Here you go, I hope you like this chapter. I had it done yesterday, but the site wasn't letting me upload it (actually it's still not, but I found a way around that...hehe) Anyway, this chapter is even better then the last one. Check back in a few hours and I'll get up another chapter (I'm running out of time, so I have to finish soon) Well, enjoy!
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The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts Style!
Chapter 7: Seven Draco-Siliey
Hermione
I walk quickly down the stairs, not really paying attention to where I'm going. All evening I've felt as if I was being watched. It had followed me everywhere, even back to the dorm. Finally I hadn't been able to take it anymore and left, hoping to escape the invisible eyes.
It didn't seem to work, as I still felt as though I was being followed. I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked up, intending to head out the doors into the night air.
My eyes landed on the form blocking the doorway and I froze. The feeling of being watched intensified as he stepped towards me.
I gasped and turned back to run up the stairs. I spun to the right, planning to head back to Gryffindor tower, only to find my path blocked.
The form smirked at me, stepping once more towards me. I turn on my heel and flee down the coridor to my left. I attempted to take turns on more then one occation, only to find him blocking my path, pushing me in another direction.
I felt like he was leading me, shepparding me in the direction he wanted me to go.
Finally I could flee no more, trapped in a windowless classroom. I turn to the doorway, hoping against hope that he hadn't followed me inside. He was there, though, in the doorway, shrouded in shadows.
I could still see his smirk as he moved closer to me, somehow keeping inside the darkness, never once revealing his features.
I back up and soon find myself against a wall. As he advances I turn my head to the side and squease my eyes tight shut. Maybe he'll leave me alone.
Who was he? What did he want with me?
I can hear him as he moves towards me, and too soon he stands directly in front of me. He's standing so close I can feel his warm breath caress my cheek.
I find myself wishing he would just get it overwith. Do what he wanted and leave me alone.
Then I feel a finger on my cheek, the one turned towards the wall, and he gently guides my face to face him. My eyes open, despite my desperate attempt to keep them closed and turn my head again.
My eyes are met with liquid silver, and I feel like I'm swimming in it. It swirls around me, leaving me dazed and leaning on the wall for support.
One of his hands is on the wall next to me, almost touching me, his other still on my face. His finger traced a soft line up and down my cheek, gentle as a breeze.
I feel myself lean towards his touch, wanting more, craving it. He leans in towards me and our breaths mingle, but he pauses and doesn't move...waiting.
"Draco." I murmer softly, pushing my lips against his. His one arm encircles my waist as his other hand continues to caress my cheek. My hands reach out tentatively to his chest, and I find it bare to the touch. His muscles are smooth and solid as I slide my hands up his body to tangle in his silvery hair.
I feel like I'm drowning, lost forever in this kiss, his kiss...
I gasp as I spring up in my bed, feeling as if I had indeed been drowning. My eyes take in my surroundings, and I slump back in my bed, not sure if what I feel was disappointment or relief.
It was a dream. It was all a dream. I run my hand wearily over my face, wanting to wipe the dream from my memory. It's such a strong visual, I can still feel his lips against my own. Solid, overwhelming, demanding.
It was a phantom kiss, yet it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It makes me wander...what would it really be like to...no! No, I will not think of him...of kissing him.
It was a dream, that was all. Just a dream. But it wasn't all a dream. Last night had been real. Very real. Maybe that was what had triggered the dream.
He had caught me completely off guard last night, when he had found me. Don't look at me like that, I didn't want to be caught, it wasn't like I had planned on Malfoy finding me and confronting me...in nothing but a towel.
Oh, lord, I'm blushing. I put my head in my hands, and try to block the images that flood my mind. That is the curse of reading so much, because of that I now have an extremely good imagination. An extremely good imagination that now allows me to picture every aspect of last night.
How Malfoy had stood there, like a god in the dim light of the bath. Water glinting in his silvery-blond hair, his wet body moving fluidly towards me. His voice was like flames licking at my senses, sending me into spiral after spiral of confused emotions. His eyes, usually steel grey, had seemed to melt into a elven silver that threatened to consume me, as it had in my dream.
No! Stop thinking about that...about him. He's a Slytherin, I'm a Gryffindor. He's a jerk, I must remember that. I must remember...remember how his fingers had felt tracing the curve of my cheek, and trailing fire down my arm. How those liquid silver eyes had bore into me, an expression in them I had never seen before...what was it...
I shake myself, and stand up. If I stay in here a moment more I will go crazy! So I quickly grab my cloak and tie it over my thin nightgown.
I move swiftly through the castle, my thoughts purposefully blank.
I freeze halfway down the stairs, my eyes glued to the form sillouetted in the doorway. I blink and the person is gone, the door swinging closed behind them.
I hesitate, my brows furrow. Who was that? It is only five in the morning, no sane person would be up this early, so who had that been? It doesn't matter. The grounds are rather large, so the chance of meeting up with whoever that was, was rather slim.
I glance behind me as I reach the door, then move outside. The biting winter air is a relief to the stifling feel of the castle. I walk down the stairs and head towards Hagrids cabin (a dark hulking form surrounded by the eerily shifting shadows of the forbidden forest). I veer off after a few steps, heading absently to the lake. I stop under a tree, gazing out over the inky surface of the lake. The ivory shadow of the moon is reflected off the lake, casting a natural spell over me.
My eyes are drawn to a movement over the forbidden forest. A silvery form glides down towards the lake, when it lands it sends not even a ripple over it's black mask.
My breath catches as two more silvery creatures decend to the lake, one shifting at the last moment to dive into the endless depths. When it returns to the surface I can see that it now has a vaguely human form.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" A low voice asks, inturupting the stillness that had wrapped around me. I jerk my head in his direction, my eyes wide with my fright.
Why hadn't I noticed him before? He was leaning against the tree I was standing under, the iridescent glow of moonlight playing across his silvery-blond hair.
"What are they?" I find myself asking, dispite myself.
He turns his head lazily from his inspection of the creatures bathing on the lake. His eyes, as I remember them, are like liquid silver, and sweep over me leaving me feeling weak, "You mean you don't know?" He asks, though his voice is not mocking, as I would expect.
He studies me for a moment more, then answers me, his voice like velvet, "They are Hogwarts Siliey. Every morning they come to the lake to bathe at about this time. They are ancient, timeless beauties, and some believe they are the very essence of magic."
My eyes return to the lake, and I feel amazed that I should be seeing this. I can still feel Draco's eyes on me, as I watch the Siliey.
The wind blows, sweeping my cloak back from my form, revealing my white clad form. I shiver, and clutch my arms to my body as the wind dies down.
"You should probably go inside." He says, and I blush realizing he had seen what I was wearing. Great.
I pull my cloak around my body, but refuse to leave. The wind rustles again, sending a spray of snow up against me.
Malfoy sighs, "If you aren't going back inside, then come here."
I narrow my eyes at him, "Why don't I trust you?"
He smirks, "I didn't say anything about trusting me, now did I? You have a choice to either be cold, and safe...or warm, yet running the risk of being near me."
I gulp, and the wind picks up again. Against my better judgement, my feet move towards him. Wait! No! I don't want to. Yet my body seems to think differently. I soon find my back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around me, holding his own cloak around the both of us.
I remain stiff in his arms, not daring to move. I should have left when I had the chance, but I was too stupid, and now I'm regretting the choice.
"Relax," He whispered in my ear, sending little whisps of my hair swirling, "I don't bite." I shivered, not only from his words, but the tone of his voice as he had breathed them into my ear. I deffinitely don't trust him now, and I can feel his breath on my neck. I shudder as I feel the whisper of his lips against my skin, and I melt against him. "You know..." Her murmers against my neck, "for all your protests, you sure act like you like me."
I stiffen once more, and pull away from him, anger searing my veins, "You arragont pig!" I hiss at him, turning to face him, "As if I would ever like you, and in case you've forgotten, your the one who suggested it." With those heated words I storm off back to the castle. I can still feel his eyes on my back, but he doesn't follow me.
I am so stupid, it had been almost like a dream, but better. I should have realized Malfoy could never be a gentleman. He was just toying with me.
I head straight for my bed, as there is still an hour or so before I needed to be up, but I found my bed already occupied. Seven ghostly white dragons were spread over my bed. Some were sleeping, some playing, some flying...and one was attempting to tear into my pillow.
The moment they saw me, all seven turned into miniature Malfoys, gazing up at me from shadowy eyes, smirks present on each identical face. One small teenage firgure was stretched out on his stomache, two more had been sword fighting, another sat on my pillow, replacing a small dagger in his boot, while grinning up at me. One stood against the bedpost, smirking. The other two fell (having previously been flying) and bounced about a foot, before falling off the bed.
There was a note next to my now torn pillow, it read:
My dearest little Mudblood,
Our little trip to the lake has given me a rather grand idea for my next move. I hope you like your new little Siliey friends, for I have a feeling they will be with you for quite a while.
Draco Malfoy
Stupid smriking Malfoy. I should have known he'd do something like this. He's sitting in the corner of the room, watching me with eyes glinting with silver amusement. The stupid little Siliey had been with me all day, as he had guessed they would. I have no idea when they will go away, if at all.
Ron and Harry had been startled at first, but eventually found it amusing...for an hour or so at least. Then they began to see how annoying the little things really were.
Early in the day one dragon had tipped my inkwell over and then preceded to treck ink-tracks all over my desk. Another little Dragon has taken up residence on my shoulder and is often caught sniffing my hair like some kind of drug.
The one that really started to bug Ron and Harry was one that decided to stay in the Draco form (though he does shift back to Dragon every so often). He was dressed in mideval clothing and had a sword on his hip. He got rather angry with any male that came within a three foot radious of me. (Malfoy seemed to find this extremely amusing).
Thanks to this little guy, Ron now has a rather deep slash in his finger. He had tried to touch my hand during lunch, and the little Draco-Siliey had taken it upon himself to 'protect' me, brandishing his sword at the hand that was slightly larger then he was.
Ron, rather irritated, had snatched his hand back to suck on the wound. Then, angry at the little guy, he swiped at it, intending to brush it off the table. The Little Draco had ducked and turned into a Dragon and latched onto Ron's hand with his little teeth.
This, I have to admitt, was rather funny, though I don't think Ron thought so.
Half the time I am so irritated with my little pack of Draco's, but at the same time, I can't help but like the charming little guys.
The one in my hair is so sweet, and likes to be rubbed on his chin. When I do that, he'll start a little half-purr, half-coo. It's so cute I can't help but like him.
And the one who doesn't like Ron is just so funny...and galiant, in his miniature way. (I think he think's he's my knight-in-shining-armor)
Then there's the one who spilled my ink, he's a little clumsy (in dragon form), and yet he try's so hard to be helpful, rushing off to get me things I can't find or dropped.
Two more are always fighting, like brothers. And then there are the two clowns (the ones that fell off the bed this morning), they seem to enjoy making me laugh. All in all, I don't know if I really want them to leave. I've grown rather attatched to the little guys.
But they are Malfoys! I can't keep little Malfoy's around, no matter how adorable they are, or how sweet...what would the others think? What would Malfoy think?
Oh, who cares, if they go they go...till then, I'll just enjoy their company.
Although, I don't like that smirk on Malfoy's face. Stupid git.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me, seven swans a swimming.
I want one! Wouldn't that be so cool? Anyway, I've gotta go (have to do dishes, then go to barns'n'noble...then write the next chapter!) I hope to see you all soon.
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