Disclaimer: A thousand times, NO I am not JK Rowling. Meaning, only the plot and Katrina belong to me.
Warnings: Same old, same old…
ACT 1: Chapter 3
When Ron left, Malfoy was in a bad mood. He was in such a bad mood that he had forgotten why he was walking out of the dorm in the first place.
He flopped rather gracelessly on the couch. He put his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. Taking one out he lit it and shut his eyes. He began playing with his ring again. Thoughts were racing back and forth through his mind behind the cigarette as he took a long drag and blew out the intoxicating smoke.
Lying on his back, he continued playing with his ring; thinking about someone.
Something soft jumped on to his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw his cat looking at him with a strange gleam in her emerald green eyes. He smirked knowingly at her as he put the cigarette down and blow out the last puff of smoke from his lungs.
"You can't get enough of me can you?" he said with a smirk.
The cat's eyes began to change. They were becoming more human and they became obsidian in color. Her coat was changing too. Fur was becoming fine white linen robes, and her paws and feet were becoming smooth, dark skin. She was changing into a human.
In a matter of seconds, Draco had a beautiful, exotic looking woman lying on top of him looking ready to pounce on her prey.
She wasted no time in attacking Draco's mouth with her own.
Draco sat up with her still straddling his lap and her legs now around his waist.
"I missed you," she rasped in an Indian accent between kisses.
She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his lips torturing her neck. She had one hand down by his waist playing with the belt buckle, and the other on his head making sure that he kept ravishing her neck.
"I couldn't tell," he smirked into her neck.
Hermione woke up to the sound of her alarm going off. It was eight on a Saturday morning. Even though she had only a few hours of sleep, she felt refreshed and indescribably happy. Ron had said the three words she had been waiting to hear. She knew he loved her, but it was different hearing it. She got up and got dressed. Looking out the window, she saw that the sun was shining and decided that the bare field could use some color. She walked out of her room and headed towards the door.
When she stepped outside, a blast of cold wintry air pounded at her chest.
"Oh this wont do at all," she said.
The thought of a warm summer sun and a cool breeze with a glass of mango iced tea filled her mind.
The sun pelted her with glorious rays of golden light and warmth. She closed her eyes soaking in the wonderful feeling of the merciful sun that shinned on her as it melted her cares and concerns away.
Opening her eyes and taking a sip of her refreshing tea, she decided to get to work. There was bare field and she imagined a large hill. The ground quaked and soon there was a beautiful mound of earth punching through the ground.
Next she imagined a tree at the top of the hill. Not a large pine or spruce, but a full Magnolia tree with flowers already blooming and branches that were perfect for climbing. She sighed when she saw the beautiful tree form on top of the peak.
Her next thought was beautiful furniture was needed for a sitting area, and she decided that going off of Draco's Victorian flair would bring the whole thing together nicely.
She imagined a stone wall with one door forming around the tree and the sitting area. The wall was covered in ivy and several different types of rose bushes sprung up and coiled dangerously around it.
Flowers like snapdragons in every color, daffodils, and morning glories popped out the ground in beautiful bursts of color all over the hill. A small pond filled with water lilies appeared at the foot of the hill.
A small pathway leading up to the stone wall formed on the hill and she walked up to her tree. The ground was already covered in soft petals. She looked around and saw the cottage that was her dorm and common room.
She decided that the table in the middle of the area needed something a little extra. She remembered the taste of honeysuckle and smiled warmly as it became entwined with the winding vine of the sweet flower.
Listening to the wind playing with the leaves of the tree, she felt that something was missing.
"What good is a garden when there are no birds?" she asked herself.
The next thing she knew, she heard the sounds of birds chirping. She looked high up in the tree and saw that there was a nest that contained a small family of birds.
She felt the wind blow dramatically and looked contentedly at her designs. Oh how she loved magic!
A/N: I quite enjoyed that. A bit short but oh well. I really did like dreaming that garden up. I've been listening to some music lately that reminds me of late summer or mid fall, so I just kind of went with that. I don't know, it may be a bit sappy but I think it turned out well. Please send in your thoughts, comments, or even any ideas. I love hearing from you!