Chapter 2 of Immortal Love:
Summary: I can't believe that idiot Krum cursed me! He was supposed to be my ex boyfriend. Now I can't regain my ability to perform magic until I find my true love. Oh great, I guess I'll find him after I date every guy on Earth!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Harry Potter.
Recap from Chapter 1:
"Ms. Granger, please … would you say it one more time."
I nodded, and this time, I focused my energy on the rock.
"Mutare petra ad aureus."
Again, nothing happened.
I felt anxious, and I stood up, "I … I …" and I blacked out.
Chapter 2 of Immortal Love:
I awoke to the sounds of feet tapping, and anxious whispers.
"She's awake!" declared a relieved voice.
"Madame Pomfrey!" the same woman yelled.
Somebody entered my room and all of a sudden, a woman popped her head into my face.
"Ms. Granger, are you feeling all right?" she asked.
I nodded, trying to sit up.
"Oh no! You must not move your body. There is something that does not seem to appear right, but I assure you, I will find out what's wrong."
I cleared my throat, "What happened?" I asked in a croaky voice. I reached for a glass of water that was located next to the bed.
A deep voice came from my left.
"Perhaps I can explain Ms. Granger."
I shifted my body and I saw Professor Dumbledore looking at me with the same twinkling eyes from behind his half-moon spectacles.
"You see, it seems as though you have lost your ability to perform magic. The past few days, you have been out cold in the hospital."
I gasped; my hand quickly covered my mouth.
"We are not sure why, but like Madame Pomfrey has said, we will find out exactly what happened."
I could feel the tears that were starting to gather and come out any second.
I sniffed, holding it back in.
"Are you all right?" asked the concerned woman, Professor McGonagall.
"I'm … all right," my voice choked out.
"Since this school is for witches and wizards…" Professor Dumbledore said…
"Oh, you're not going to send me back home are you?" I asked, expecting the worst.
"Of course not! Professor McGonagall and I have thought about this for quite a while, and we both agreed that it would be a good idea if you stayed in one of the 'private' areas of Hogwarts."
"Um, excuse me?" I asked, not really getting it.
"What he means is, we'll give you non-magic work and you can work on it. It'll be like school, except you won't have a few subjects."
I nodded, "I understand."
"Good gracious Ms. Granger, no need to feel down! Care for a lemon drop?" he asked.
My gosh! How can the man think about candy at a time like this? This was my future he was not thinking about. How would I survive? How would I live?
"There are a couple of empty rooms that almost nobody knows about. If you agree, I will bring you there personally, and you will stay there, working on your studies. Food will be brought to you … unless you want to go to the Great Hall, and your room will contain everything you need," concluded Dumbledore.
"Okay," I said, slowly.
"Good! I'll bring you there in a couple of minutes."
"Albus! You didn't tell her," said Professor McGonagall, whispering quite loudly.
"Right, you see … I said that there were a couple of rooms available, but what I meant was that there was only one. The rest of them are being remodeled. I must say, it's a big task, so it'll take quite a while for it to be finished."
I frowned, wondering why Professor McGonagall seemed quite upset.
"That room is already occupied," said Professor McGonagall in a flat voice.
"What?" I said aloud.
"We don't have any where else to put you … unless you want to go back home…" said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.
"It's all right, I'll stay. Um, whose in the room?"
After a few seconds of awkward silence, he said, "Mr. Malfoy."
I numbly followed Dumbledore down the long corridors of Hogwarts. I did not realize where I was going, for I was busy looking at the ground. There were dark green tiles that led me towards my room.
"Ms. Granger, here we are," he said, cheerfully beckoning towards my room.
"I want you to understand," he said, "I do not want anybody knowing where you are. That includes Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. When I said that you could eat in the Great Hall, I'm sorry but that is not possible. If they know where you are, then soon the whole school will know. If they know, then Mr. Malfoy's whereabouts might be discovered. I will send Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley an owl telling them that you are safe, but not here at the moment."
I nodded.
"Headmaster?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"Why is Malfoy living here?"
"I'm afraid I cannot tell you. It is up to him if he wants you to know."
I nodded again.
"Now, I shall leave you. You have your homework and all your clothing?"
I glanced down at my suitcases, "Yes."
"Very well. I hope you have a wonderful time," he said, his eyes twinkling.
He patted me on the shoulder and walked briskly back towards his office.
I sighed as I looked at the wall that was supposed to be blocking my room.
"Er … open sesame?" I asked, not knowing what to say.
The wall did not move.
"Gryffindor pride?" I asked again.
The wall did not budge.
After trying for more than five minutes, I sighed again, and put my hand on the wall, preparing to bang on it.
It began to fade, and pretty soon, instead of a wall, there was a hallway.
So the wall recognized the touch of the owner!
I grabbed my suitcases, and walked down the hall, smiling as the torches lit up.
I walked into the open room, and there was the most beautiful room I have ever seen.
The walls were decorated with dark green wallpaper and silver stars were twinkling merrily upon it. The couches were black and the carpet was gold and maroon. The colors matched perfectly, and I gasped as I walked further into the room.
Inside of the tower, was the most amazing room I had ever saw. It was a library, filled with books. It was smaller than the Hogwarts library, yet I smiled as I walked inside.
Just as I was about to plop myself into a couch that was in the center of the library, there came a voice … under me.
"Mudblood?"
I whipped my body around and saw that Malfoy had planted himself in one of the couches.
This was the first time I had ever seen a look of confusion on his face. Normally, it would be calm and guarded.
"Ferret," I answered, trying not to show that he had hurt me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
I laughed cruelly.
"You don't know?" I asked.
His face was blank.
"You really don't know?" I asked again, feeling really confused.
He shook his head.
"Where have you been the last couple of days?" I demanded, partially curious, and partially because I wanted to bug the heck out of him.
His face hardened and he closed his book before standing up.
"That's none of your business," he said, before walking calmly out of the library, leaving me to stare at his back.
He was still the same Malfoy that I had known the past six years at Hogwarts. His hair was golden yellow, and his eyes were still gray. He was tall, very tall, and he was also very muscular. Though he was hot, his attitude had not changed. He was the same insufferable git as he was before.
I walked out of the library and turned towards the left.
I walked past a door that read "Draco's Room" and came to one that read, "Hermione's Room."
I placed my hand on it and the door opened.
I smiled to myself. It was a quaint room, yet it was all white.
I remembered Dumbledore telling me that if I named two colors, the room would change into the colors. He probably had to change a lot because I couldn't do magic anymore.
"Perfect," I said to myself, turning my room to maroon and gold.
"You call this perfect?" said a voice behind me.
I turned around and saw Malfoy looking at my room with a face of disdain.
"Yes, I do call this perfect," I replied, "Is that a problem for you?"
"Yeah, I don't like it," and he said a spell and my room changed into Slytherin colors.
My mouth opened in shock, and I said another spell to change my room back, but nothing happened.
"What?" I asked, starting to feel dizzy, "Oh, yeah … I can't do magic anymore," I said to myself.
Malfoy looked surprised that I did not switch my room back to the original colors.
"Aren't you going to change it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Obviously nobody remembered to clue him in on what had happened to me.
I forced a smirk on my face and said, "Of course, but I want you out of my room first," and I pushed him out.
After I slammed the door shut on Malfoy, I locked it using the chain, and I jumped on my comfy bed.
"I wonder what's wrong with the Mudblood," Draco wondered to himself.
"She seems a lot different, even though she still has the busy hair."
He went into his room and smiled at the Slytherin colors.
"Perhaps she really likes the green and silver of her room."
Draco shrugged and thought to himself, "Who cares? Why am I even thinking about the Mudblood right now?"
"Granger!" shouted Malfoy, pounding on my door.
I rolled my eyes, as I painfully lifted my head from the book I was reading.
"What?" I shouted back.
"It's time for dinner! Get your bum out of your room."
"Why should I listen to you? You've always been a jerk to me," I said, mumbling to myself.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Nothing, I'm coming."
I opened the door and found myself face to face with my enemy.
"What do you want?"
"Dinner."
"Then why don't you go get it?"
Malfoy sighed, "If only it were that easy. This tower is enchanted to serve us food if we sit down together at the table. Without me, you cannot eat and vice versa."
"Oh," I said, walking towards the dining room.
There was a table for two and I sat down.
Malfoy and I looked at our plates expectantly, and sure enough, food magically appeared.
After a couple moments of silence, Malfoy said, "So, why are you in this tower anyway?"
I looked up from my sandwich.
"Why are you here?" I asked him, trying to avoid the question.
"Hey, come on, I asked you first!" he protested.
"So?"
Malfoy smirked, "You must've done something bad, huh? Fess up, what did you do with Potty and the Weasel?"
I scowled, "Shut up Ferret. Why don't you tell me why you're here?"
He immediately stopped scowling and his eyes looked guarded.
"That is none of your business, like I already said."
"Neither is the one about me."
"Fine."
"Fine."
We returned to our meal in silence and I quickly finished. I headed to my room, and Malfoy called in a teasing voice, "You forgot your dessert."
I felt my shoulders sag and I turned to look at my plate.
Low and behold, there was a slice of chocolate cake that looked delicious.
But the thought of sitting with Malfoy for a couple of more minutes was horrifying. I snatched to plate that held the cake and quickly walked to my room.
"Mm," I said to myself, eating the cake.
It tasted so good.
"I'm guessing that the cake tastes good."
I looked up, "Why are you always appearing out of nowhere? Do you enjoy making my life miserable?" I asked him.
"Of course I do," he said, and he smirked.
I rolled my eyes, and turned back to my cake.
"Can you please leave? I want to enjoy my dessert by myself."
Malfoy shrugged, "Then why don't you go out to eat it?"
I glared at him, "This is my room!"
"And your point is?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner.
I shook my head and walked past him and headed outside to the "Common Room."
I settled myself on a couch and started to finish my dessert.
Malfoy followed me and sat down across from me.
"So, the Mudblood from Gryffindor didn't change a bit, huh?"
I felt my blood start to boil, but I bid myself to remain calm.
"And neither did the bastard from Slytherin," I said, smirking back at him.
"Ouch, that hurt!" he said, pretending to fall back.
"Come on, tell me why you're here. Did Potty and Weasel betray you? Or did you realize that they just liked you because you helped them on their homework."
This time, I couldn't control my anger.
"Shut up you jerk. Why are you such an idiot all the time?" I stood up.
"You're turning more and more like your father everyday. It amazes me to still see you in Hogwarts. I thought by now that you would be a Death Eater."
What I said must have infuriated Malfoy more than I had thought because he stood up quickly and walked right up to my face.
We were not even a millimeter apart, and he bent down, his breath on my face.
"Never say that I am like my father."
His eyes seemed to stay on mine, and then just as suddenly as he came towards me, he turned and walked back to his room.
He closed the door and slammed it shut.
I sat back on the couch; my chocolate cake lay forgotten.
"What's gotten into him?"
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