The Angel and The Devil
It was seen hundreds of years ago, the innocent of the innocents and the king of the sinners would unite in hate and passion to bring the world one child. A child that would bring the world a wind whirl of love and hate.
Chapter 2 - You're Beautiful
Dinner had ended quickly and Hermione along with the others retired to their
room.
Hermione sat on her bed as she flipped through the book that had been
haunting her. She couldn't understand why when she looked at it now the story stood out like a sore thumb, yet when she tried to show Harry, there was nothing, nothing where the story should have been. Now she couldn't look
away.
Why was it when she tried to look at it in the presence of people it was gone, yet when she was alone it was easily visible. Well that wasn't entirely true.
Ginny.
Ginny could see it with her. Why was that? Hermione didn't have the faintestidea, but she wanted to figure it out, she had to figure it out.
Draco lounged in the red chair in his private room supplied by his father.
The Hogwarts: A History weighed down his lap and he stared at the prophecy story in front of him. This was hitting a nerve, this was hitting his 'I am a man and I don't like being in the dark about what is going on' nerve.
He didn't like the fact that he didn't know why he could see it alone, but not in the presence of others. He wanted to know, he knew he needed to know.
This story was never mentioned in class and never in the book before now. He was going to find out, he needed to find out.
He stood abruptly letting the book fall to the ground. He then glanced out the window; it was late, nine at least. He was going to get some answers.
Hermione put the heavy book down as she finished putting on her shoes. She then hung her brown hair in a ponytail. She needed to know and she was going to figure it out. She clutched the book and glanced at it one more time before leaving her dormitory.
She kept quite and walked lightly so she wouldn't wake any of her roommates.
She knew that if they woke up then there would be many questions asked about where she was going, much less where she was going with a book. She wasn't yet prepared to answer such questions.
After successfully sneaking out of her dormitory and out of the castle without being caught my Ms. Norris, she made her way through the darkness. The grass made little noises under her shoes. The dark did scare her a bit but not enough to distract her from her goal.
After walking for about 10 minutes she knew she was close. She could feel it.
It didn't make sense but she could sense that she was close to the spotmentioned in the story.
Within seconds she felt herself run into the birch tree. She fell back gently falling on her bottom. She greatly regretted not bringing a torch.
After shaking off the shock, she then reached her hand out to feel the bark of the tree. A surge of energy ran through her, a good energy. She then smiled and sat in the grass with her back leaning on the tree. The feeling sent shocks up her spine. She let her eyes close and just felt the energy.
Draco clinched his fists as he walked onto the grass from the castle. He didn't know why he was going to the place described in the story or what he
would do once he got there, but it made sense at the time. He wanted to know about the story that, as far as he knew, had nothing to do with him.
He walked as quickly as he could in the darkness; he scolded himself for not bringing any source of light. He then felt a sort of magnetic pull and he knew he was close. He stuck his arm out so he could feel for the tree he wanted tot ouch so badly, he didn't want to run into it. His fingers then felt the rough bark of the tree. He grinned before putting his hand fully against the tree. A surge rushed through him, from his neck to his groin.
The energy was simply overpowering. Draco then turned to let his back lean up against the tree before sitting down.
Hermione opened her eyes, realizing that she had almost fallen asleep. She then realized something was different. The power that had been surging through the tree was different now. It now was stronger, much stronger.
She heard something shuffle.
"Hello?" She questioned not wanting to get up even if she was in danger.
"Granger?" She heard her name.
"Malfoy?" She scrunched up her nose at the name.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" He questioned, he didn't want to get up either.
"I am sitting here."
"Well leave." He demanded.
"Me leave? Why don't you leave? I was here first."
"You leave because you are a…"
Hermione cut him off. "Don't say it. If you say it I swear I will kill you here and now."
"Oooooh, threatening." He taunted.
"Why don't you just leave? I was here first." She said crossing her arms, though it was pointless since he couldn't see her anyways.
"If anyone is going to leave it'll be you." He stated.
"Well then I guess neither of us is leaving, because I sure as hell am not goinganywhere."
"Then I guess that's it." He relaxed against the tree.
"I guess so."
1 Hour Later+
"So… are you going to leave?"
"Are you?"
"No."
"Then no."
1 Hour Later+
"I could sit here forever, Malfoy."
"You think I can't?"
"Why did you come here anyways? Why are you so persistent?" She asked, still not moving from her spot.
"I could ask you the same thing. If you answer, I will answer."
"Fine, I came here because I read a story in Hogwarts: A History. It made me wonder so I came."
Silence.
"You think I'm insane don't you?"
"I was just thinking. You Gryffindors always jump to conclusions." Draco stated. She could almost hear his smirk.
"Thinking about what."
"About how this is odd."
"Stop dragging this out, what's odd?"
"That's why I'm here."
"Yeah right. Now you're just messing with me." Hermione said with a bit of a laugh.
"Want proof?" He challenged.
"Yes."
"Fine, the story was about some psychic who touched this here tree and stated a prophecy that has yet to come true. I bet that when you try to read the story in the presence of anyone it's suddenly not there. I bet that you can't seem to put the book down." Hermione looked down at the book in her lap but kept quite as Draco continued, "I bet that you just had to know theanswers to the story, and I bet you were just pulled to this tree." Draco waited for her reply.
Silence.
"No…"
Draco laughed. "No?"
"I can read it in front of Ginny."
Draco laughed harder. "Well looks like you got me, Granger."
"It is odd though, right?" She questioned.
"It is indeed." He stated staring into the night.
Hermione stretched out her arms and placed them on the sides of the tree equal distance between her and Draco. She had been sitting that way for a few hours and it was hurting her back, but the energy still surged.
Draco felt the same pain in his back and did as she. Within moment their hands touched. Hermione very quickly started to bring her hands back to her side of the tree. Her right hand made it but her left hand was held hostage byDraco's. He
gripped her hand and within moments a euphoric feeling rushed through each of them. They both gasped. A feeling of love and sex only could explain what they were feeling. It ended quicker than it had begun.
Neither of them spoke, they wouldn't breathe to hard, for it would draw attention to themselves. Their hands stayed clasped.
This was killing Draco. He couldn't let go of her hand and she didn't seem to want to either. He was Draco Malfoy, Draco fucking Malfoy. He told himself. If he wanted something he would take it, screw everyone else. Suddenly,Draco gripped her hand harder and pulled her quickly to his side. Before she
could refuse she was on her back with sticks in her hair.
"Ma…" She couldn't finish, his lips were on hers. The soft skin of hips lips lingered softly over hers. He was kissing her so lightly, she couldn't stand it. She wanted more; she wanted the kiss to be harder. She lifted her hips and grinded up against his. This made him kiss her harder.
The pressure of his mouth over hers was exciting. His smooth tongue slipped from between his full lips tasting hers. She opened her mouth more giving him permission to continue. He gladly did.
His tongue invaded her mouth and Hermione could feel his smirk. She made a tiny laugh as his tongue ticked the roof of her mouth. Within moments their tongue fought in a battle of domination. Hermione's hand intertwined with his silver, blonde hair, pulling him closer.
His hands were on a mission of their own. Hands working, finger's moving, she could feel the tips of his finger on her waist, traveling up her shirt. She took her free hand and stopped his. She grabbed it and moved it to her cheek. He cupped her cheek as they had yet to take a breath of air.
Moments later Draco's lips left her and Hermione groaned at the lost.
"Wow." He mumbled standing up.
"Holy mother of…" Before Hermione could finish he had bent down, grabbed her hips and pulled her up.
They stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments. Hermione knew she had to go, they had classes in the morning. She gathered up all the strength
she could muster, and walk towards him. She quickly gave him a peck on the lips before running out of the woods towards the castle.
Blood, lots and lots of blood. The room was dark and it stunk of evil. There was blood on the ground. A few trickles of blood were on the wall she saw. All she could hear were whimpers of a child. The cries of a toddler wanting
its mother. The darken room was lighten with candle light. All she could see wasthe shadow of a woman clutching a baby to her chest. The baby cried, not wanting anything to do with the women that held it.
The shadow of the women brought a dagger up towards the baby. The baby cried and whimpered.
Within moments the dagger raced towards the baby.
"NO!" Ginny yelled out as she sat straight up her in bed. Her hand covered hermouth quickly as a look of disgust covered her face.
Authors Note-
Like it? Love it? Loathe it? Tell me. I know the kiss was rather intimate for a first kiss but its the power of the tree. lol