A/N: Ok, I know this is moving REALLY QUICKLY but it's coz I want this to
GET A MOVE ON. Only chapter 5, but hey, that's me. Move everything really
quick so I can get to the good part. Don't worry, I'll start to drag things
out and make it more detailed.
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Hermione blinked, her eyes blinded by the light pouring out of the windows. Something warm was lain across her stomach. Hermione quickly moved the arm and turned around, facing Draco.
The memories of last night flooded back and Hermione giggled, causing her head to pound in pain.
*~Flash Back~*
Hermione hugged Draco tightly. After a while she calmed down.
"Want some fire whisky?" Hermione asked.
"Fire whisky?" Draco asked questioningly. "And where did a girl like you acquire fire whisky?"
Hermione grinned slyly.
"Don't you notice? I drink half a glass nearly every morning. Helps me keep up my good mood. It tends to drop as the whisky wears off." Hermione grinned and went to her bookcase.
Grabbing a huge book, she slipped it out carefully.
"I thought you wanted to drink fire whisky!" Draco said, stunned. She wanted to read?
Hermione placed a finger to her lips sharply.
"Shh!"
She then opened the book, revealing two bottles of firewhisky.
"I do want to drink fire whisky." Hermione grinned and grabbed a bottle, tossing it at Draco carelessly. Taking a bottle for herself, she shut the book and put it away. "To our future as death eaters."
Hermione filled a glass and watched as Draco did the same. The glasses clashed with a ring and the two downed the whisky in one go. Immediately Hermione felt the effects of the whisky.
Hermione grinned at Draco drunkenly.
"Have some more Draco. We'll celebrate Ron's death!" Hermione said, cheering as she grabbed the bottle, pouring another cup. She slopped it slightly and slid over the side.
Hermione quickly caught the drop and downed the second glass.
"To Harry's death!" Hermione cheered.
Once again Hermione poured another glass and drank it quickly. She was quickly losing control. She swayed slightly before stumbling backwards, losing balance. Draco caught her deftly, putting her back on her feet.
"Whoops!" Hermione said, giggling insanely. "And here's to the victory of the Dark Lord!"
Hermione grabbed her bottle and took a swig. The blood red substance leaked from her mouth and she quickly swallowed. At that moment, Hermione heard a knock at the portrait.
"Come in!" Hermione called before Draco could stop her. "Professor! Hello. Want some fire whisky?" Hermione offered the bottle to the professor, the whisky leaking from her mouth.
"Mr. Malfoy! What is wrong with Miss. Granger?" Professor McGonagall demanded.
"She's intoxicated. Drunk on fire whisky. I tried to stop her but she refused. Now she's completely and utterly drunk. She's had about four glasses of the stuff." Draco said, as he caught her again before she fell. "I suggest you come back when she's a little more sober."
Professor McGonagall nodded and left.
"Wee! This is like a game!" Hermione called.
Draco shook his head and pulled his wand out. Hermione's eyes widened.
"Don't hurt me! I didn't do anything to you Harry. I promise! Don't hurt me Harry." Hermione screamed before she broke down and fell to her knees. "Dean is just a friend. I didn't cheat on you! Don't hurt me."
Hermione's hysterical screams had reduced to whispers. Draco frowned and lifted Hermione to her feet.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Draco whispered.
Hermione shook her head and backed into the wall.
"Don't hurt me Harry. Don't hurt me." Hermione muttered as she backed away from Draco.
"Hermione. I'm Draco, not Harry." Draco said, confusion flashing briefly in his stormy grey eyes before they turned back to flat and emotionless.
"Draco? Don't lie Harry. Draco's not here. Stop lying. You know I didn't do anything to you. Why do you keep hurting me?" Hermione had tears leaking down her cheeks, and was upset and scared.
Draco looked at Hermione and decided to find something out. He slammed her cruelly into the wall and began reaching for her pants.
"No Harry, not again. I don't want to. You already took me. Why do you keep hurting me?" Hermione sobbed.
Draco backed off and took Hermione in his arms, murmuring soft words of comfort.
"Harry, I know you're just going to hurt me again." Hermione whispered.
"Hermione, I'm not Harry, I'm Draco. Harry betrayed you more than once. I won't hurt you. The bastards did but I won't." Draco said softly, stroking Hermione's hair, as he sat down on a couch.
"Draco? Is that really you?" Hermione whispered fearfully.
"Yes Hermione. I won't let them hurt you again. You'll kill them and we'll be happy and join the Dark Lord." Draco muttered.
"Prove it. Prove that you're Draco."
"Let's see. I hate my father. My mother hates me. My father wants to use me as a way to promote his position amongst the death eaters. What else is there to say that half the school doesn't know?" Draco whispered good- humouredly.
Hermione sighed contentedly.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"My head hurts."
Draco smiled.
"That's the after effects of your overdose of fire whisky. Here, I'll take you to bed." Draco lifted Hermione carefully and placed her on the bed, tucking the sheets around her.
"Don't leave. Harry might come back. He always comes back to haunt me." Hermione whispered.
"Don't worry Hermione. I'll stay." Draco said smiling down at the girl.
*~End of flash back~*
Hermione smiled at Draco. She couldn't believe she actually did that in front of Professor McGonagall.
"Draco." Hermione said softly, ignoring the sharp pangs in her head. "Wake up."
"It's Sunday. You don't wake up early on Sunday." Draco mumbled before turning over.
"Pansy's coming up the stairs and she's getting ready to screw you." Hermione whispered.
Draco shot up and immediately headed for his uniform. Scowling, he turned to Hermione and tickled her.
"Conniving little vixen!" Draco muttered.
Hermione looked up at Draco with her big brown eyes, full of innocence. They almost pleaded him to apologize.
"Puppy eyes don't work on me. Pansy's tried them about a million times." Draco smirked. "Remember that, I quote, 'fucking mudblood and know-it- all.'"
Hermione's eyes widened before they hardened to steel. She sat up and grabbed her dress robe. Angry beyond belief. Suddenly the door burst into flames. Hermione screamed and scrambled away. Draco's eyes widened.
He quickly grabbed his wand and put the fire out.
"Hermione!" he called, concern filled his voice. "Hermione."
Hermione was sitting on the other side, shocked.
"Hermione. You ok?" Draco asked, as he cupped her cheek tenderly.
"I killed them. Because of me, they died." Hermione whispered to herself. "If I wasn't their daughter, they would still be alive."
"Who?" Draco pressed.
Hermione quickly got to her feet and ran down the stairs, slamming the bathroom door shut.
Draco got to his feet wearily. Seems like Miss. Granger has more than one secret harbored in her heart. That wouldn't do. He had to hold the closest place to heart in order for the plan to work. But, when did he lose the plot and fall for her? This wasn't supposed to happen. She had staked a claim of his heart.
Sighing, he went down to the bathroom to see if he could get the secrets off Hermione's chest.
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Professor Dumbledore looked up, surprised to see Sybill standing in front of him.
"Please, Sybill, sit." Dumbledore gestured towards a seat. "What do you want? You don't come down to see me often."
"You see Albus, I've been getting these strange messages concerning the four elements and the white and dark. I don't know what to make of it."
"Do you know the message in its exact wording?" Dumbledore asked.
Sybill frowned as she let her mind be at peace as she scanned her mind for the message that had played over and over again in her dreams.
"I do not remember." Sybill's eyes rolled backward, her voice rasped and became deep. "The potter boy has told you of the first. Now the second comes. Fire and Ice meet, their spirits burning fiercely before dissipating, their lineage, descended from the ancients, will die with them, the elements water and fire will vanish from our land, leaving only the spirit of earth. The soul that contained the elemental wind has fallen by fire's hand and the white has fallen along with the dark. The vengeance has been fulfilled, and the cycle is complete. Earth remains behind, knowledge passes down sole survivor of the elementals."
Sybill then fell unconscious, her vision swam before she fell into the blackness that had been consuming her for quite some time. Albus hurried over to the woman. Stooping, he examined her for any damage before going to the fire and grabbing some dust by his desk and throwing it in.
"Poppy!" Dumbledore said sharply. "Sybill has fallen unconscious. Hurry up and examine her."
Madam Pomphrey span into the fireplace, stepping out and hurrying over to the seer.
"What happened Albus?" Poppy asked concernedly.
"I don't know Poppy. She predicted something and then fell unconscious." Albus looked at the healer. "The war is coming. My tired bones even tell me so. Very soon. It comes soon."
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A/N: I told you. I dragged out the time. I hope it was ok.
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Hermione blinked, her eyes blinded by the light pouring out of the windows. Something warm was lain across her stomach. Hermione quickly moved the arm and turned around, facing Draco.
The memories of last night flooded back and Hermione giggled, causing her head to pound in pain.
*~Flash Back~*
Hermione hugged Draco tightly. After a while she calmed down.
"Want some fire whisky?" Hermione asked.
"Fire whisky?" Draco asked questioningly. "And where did a girl like you acquire fire whisky?"
Hermione grinned slyly.
"Don't you notice? I drink half a glass nearly every morning. Helps me keep up my good mood. It tends to drop as the whisky wears off." Hermione grinned and went to her bookcase.
Grabbing a huge book, she slipped it out carefully.
"I thought you wanted to drink fire whisky!" Draco said, stunned. She wanted to read?
Hermione placed a finger to her lips sharply.
"Shh!"
She then opened the book, revealing two bottles of firewhisky.
"I do want to drink fire whisky." Hermione grinned and grabbed a bottle, tossing it at Draco carelessly. Taking a bottle for herself, she shut the book and put it away. "To our future as death eaters."
Hermione filled a glass and watched as Draco did the same. The glasses clashed with a ring and the two downed the whisky in one go. Immediately Hermione felt the effects of the whisky.
Hermione grinned at Draco drunkenly.
"Have some more Draco. We'll celebrate Ron's death!" Hermione said, cheering as she grabbed the bottle, pouring another cup. She slopped it slightly and slid over the side.
Hermione quickly caught the drop and downed the second glass.
"To Harry's death!" Hermione cheered.
Once again Hermione poured another glass and drank it quickly. She was quickly losing control. She swayed slightly before stumbling backwards, losing balance. Draco caught her deftly, putting her back on her feet.
"Whoops!" Hermione said, giggling insanely. "And here's to the victory of the Dark Lord!"
Hermione grabbed her bottle and took a swig. The blood red substance leaked from her mouth and she quickly swallowed. At that moment, Hermione heard a knock at the portrait.
"Come in!" Hermione called before Draco could stop her. "Professor! Hello. Want some fire whisky?" Hermione offered the bottle to the professor, the whisky leaking from her mouth.
"Mr. Malfoy! What is wrong with Miss. Granger?" Professor McGonagall demanded.
"She's intoxicated. Drunk on fire whisky. I tried to stop her but she refused. Now she's completely and utterly drunk. She's had about four glasses of the stuff." Draco said, as he caught her again before she fell. "I suggest you come back when she's a little more sober."
Professor McGonagall nodded and left.
"Wee! This is like a game!" Hermione called.
Draco shook his head and pulled his wand out. Hermione's eyes widened.
"Don't hurt me! I didn't do anything to you Harry. I promise! Don't hurt me Harry." Hermione screamed before she broke down and fell to her knees. "Dean is just a friend. I didn't cheat on you! Don't hurt me."
Hermione's hysterical screams had reduced to whispers. Draco frowned and lifted Hermione to her feet.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Draco whispered.
Hermione shook her head and backed into the wall.
"Don't hurt me Harry. Don't hurt me." Hermione muttered as she backed away from Draco.
"Hermione. I'm Draco, not Harry." Draco said, confusion flashing briefly in his stormy grey eyes before they turned back to flat and emotionless.
"Draco? Don't lie Harry. Draco's not here. Stop lying. You know I didn't do anything to you. Why do you keep hurting me?" Hermione had tears leaking down her cheeks, and was upset and scared.
Draco looked at Hermione and decided to find something out. He slammed her cruelly into the wall and began reaching for her pants.
"No Harry, not again. I don't want to. You already took me. Why do you keep hurting me?" Hermione sobbed.
Draco backed off and took Hermione in his arms, murmuring soft words of comfort.
"Harry, I know you're just going to hurt me again." Hermione whispered.
"Hermione, I'm not Harry, I'm Draco. Harry betrayed you more than once. I won't hurt you. The bastards did but I won't." Draco said softly, stroking Hermione's hair, as he sat down on a couch.
"Draco? Is that really you?" Hermione whispered fearfully.
"Yes Hermione. I won't let them hurt you again. You'll kill them and we'll be happy and join the Dark Lord." Draco muttered.
"Prove it. Prove that you're Draco."
"Let's see. I hate my father. My mother hates me. My father wants to use me as a way to promote his position amongst the death eaters. What else is there to say that half the school doesn't know?" Draco whispered good- humouredly.
Hermione sighed contentedly.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"My head hurts."
Draco smiled.
"That's the after effects of your overdose of fire whisky. Here, I'll take you to bed." Draco lifted Hermione carefully and placed her on the bed, tucking the sheets around her.
"Don't leave. Harry might come back. He always comes back to haunt me." Hermione whispered.
"Don't worry Hermione. I'll stay." Draco said smiling down at the girl.
*~End of flash back~*
Hermione smiled at Draco. She couldn't believe she actually did that in front of Professor McGonagall.
"Draco." Hermione said softly, ignoring the sharp pangs in her head. "Wake up."
"It's Sunday. You don't wake up early on Sunday." Draco mumbled before turning over.
"Pansy's coming up the stairs and she's getting ready to screw you." Hermione whispered.
Draco shot up and immediately headed for his uniform. Scowling, he turned to Hermione and tickled her.
"Conniving little vixen!" Draco muttered.
Hermione looked up at Draco with her big brown eyes, full of innocence. They almost pleaded him to apologize.
"Puppy eyes don't work on me. Pansy's tried them about a million times." Draco smirked. "Remember that, I quote, 'fucking mudblood and know-it- all.'"
Hermione's eyes widened before they hardened to steel. She sat up and grabbed her dress robe. Angry beyond belief. Suddenly the door burst into flames. Hermione screamed and scrambled away. Draco's eyes widened.
He quickly grabbed his wand and put the fire out.
"Hermione!" he called, concern filled his voice. "Hermione."
Hermione was sitting on the other side, shocked.
"Hermione. You ok?" Draco asked, as he cupped her cheek tenderly.
"I killed them. Because of me, they died." Hermione whispered to herself. "If I wasn't their daughter, they would still be alive."
"Who?" Draco pressed.
Hermione quickly got to her feet and ran down the stairs, slamming the bathroom door shut.
Draco got to his feet wearily. Seems like Miss. Granger has more than one secret harbored in her heart. That wouldn't do. He had to hold the closest place to heart in order for the plan to work. But, when did he lose the plot and fall for her? This wasn't supposed to happen. She had staked a claim of his heart.
Sighing, he went down to the bathroom to see if he could get the secrets off Hermione's chest.
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Professor Dumbledore looked up, surprised to see Sybill standing in front of him.
"Please, Sybill, sit." Dumbledore gestured towards a seat. "What do you want? You don't come down to see me often."
"You see Albus, I've been getting these strange messages concerning the four elements and the white and dark. I don't know what to make of it."
"Do you know the message in its exact wording?" Dumbledore asked.
Sybill frowned as she let her mind be at peace as she scanned her mind for the message that had played over and over again in her dreams.
"I do not remember." Sybill's eyes rolled backward, her voice rasped and became deep. "The potter boy has told you of the first. Now the second comes. Fire and Ice meet, their spirits burning fiercely before dissipating, their lineage, descended from the ancients, will die with them, the elements water and fire will vanish from our land, leaving only the spirit of earth. The soul that contained the elemental wind has fallen by fire's hand and the white has fallen along with the dark. The vengeance has been fulfilled, and the cycle is complete. Earth remains behind, knowledge passes down sole survivor of the elementals."
Sybill then fell unconscious, her vision swam before she fell into the blackness that had been consuming her for quite some time. Albus hurried over to the woman. Stooping, he examined her for any damage before going to the fire and grabbing some dust by his desk and throwing it in.
"Poppy!" Dumbledore said sharply. "Sybill has fallen unconscious. Hurry up and examine her."
Madam Pomphrey span into the fireplace, stepping out and hurrying over to the seer.
"What happened Albus?" Poppy asked concernedly.
"I don't know Poppy. She predicted something and then fell unconscious." Albus looked at the healer. "The war is coming. My tired bones even tell me so. Very soon. It comes soon."
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A/N: I told you. I dragged out the time. I hope it was ok.