Fly With Me
Disclaimer: Just another obsessed fan who wants to be Jk Rowling.
Ch. 21 Fly with me?
SMACK!
Harry chased after Hermione as she stormed out of the Common Room. Everytime she ran, he was always surprised that she could move so fast.Even though he was use to moving at very fast speeds, that was on a broom. Now here he was, huffing for air and pumping his arms for speed to catch up with Hermione. That look that had covered her delicate face as she feld made him feel like dementors were floating above him. Not only had he broken her trust and shouted out her secret to every Gryffindor in ear shot, but he had rubbed her pregnancy in her face. There was only one thing he could do. Chase her.
When had the clouds had begun to blanket the skies, and the wind pushed began with such force, no one could ever tell. It was as if Hermione's mood had summoned this terrible storm to brew. Unfortunately, Hermione had began to slow down just alittle bit, but it was just enough for Harry to grab a hold of her. As he made contact with her skin, heavy drops of rain poured down from the dark clouds. Slowly Hermione turned around.
The air that Harry had been gasping for nearly choked him. The way that her hair clung to her face in wet curls reminded him of their first night back in the castle. Only this time, tears dripped from her eyes. Harry had never seen her look more beautiful. But Hermione obviously had other thoughts. When she turned to face Harry, her gaze traveled from his hand tightly grasping her forearm up to his shoulders. Those shoulders had been where she had cried so many times over the summer and here she had laid her head in a protected comfort. Now those shoulders were moving up and down at a fast pace to breathe the amount of air needed, and all she could think was how much she hated those shoulders! Her eyes moved up to the neck, the same neck that she had nuzzled into at night when she had trouble sleeping. Moving up alittle higher, was the entire face of Harry Potter. The beautiful green eyes that she had often looked into, the messy black hair that she used to play with, the face of a friend who had been truer than anything she had ever known,and all she could do was look at him in disgust.
SMACK!
Harry slid on the wet earth, taking Hermione down with him as she hit him fully on the cheek with her open palm. Harry didn't complain, he knew that Hermione didn't mean it and that he really deserved it. They both laid on the ground, dirt splattering over their clothes from the tiny splashes from the raindrops. After a few moments that felt like eternity, Hermione's whisper floated through the thick air.
Tears formed in Harry's eyes as she picked herself up off the ground and walked away. Hermione had been known through out her years at Hogwarts for her witty tongue, know-it-all attitude, but mostly for her kindness. How could she have just whispered to the one that held her tenderly in their heart that she hated them?
Draco stood against the doors of the castle, having always loved the feel of an oncoming storm. He watched as the clouds rolled overhead faster than any other storm he had ever witnessed, then instantly the rain started. It was almost as if the drops that fell were being beat out of the heavens, as they came down in a angry fury. Draco never actually went out into the storms, but today was different. Something in the pit of his stomach was urging him into the wet weather. He walked across the grounds, turning and walking in a different directions when he got a bubbly feeling in his stomach. It was as if he was being led to something. Just as he was wishing that he had worn a cloak, he saw a huge tree up ahead.
He sat at the base of the tree that offered protection from the rain. As if Merlin was playing with him, Draco thought that he had heard crying. Getting up and looking around, he could see two figures between the rows of trees that bordered the forbidden forest about a hundred paces away, then an explosion hit.. He squinted his eyes to see through the smokey haze, the two figures looked like they were about to duel. Running to find out what was going on, Draco slid to a stop to see that the two figures were Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini! Both had their wands at the ready, watching each other closely to determine who would be brave enough to shoot the first curse.
By the looks of it, Hermione had been the bravest, but not the quickest. As light erupted out of Hermione's wand, a curse was already flying her way. The spell that Hermione shouted out was something Draco had never heard of. Had Granger made her own spell? What did it do? Would it work? He watched as the bright white light hit Blaise dead in the chest, Blaise touched the spot that the light had hit, then fell to his knees. Draco looked over to Hermione, who was now seventy feet away from where the duel had started. She laid at the base of another tree, her shirt torn from her collision with it, unconscious. Draco went to pick her up, taking care not to touch the scratches that had covered her back from the tree's rugged bark.
Walking into the castle, several students watched as the Head Boy carried the Head Girl with his head hung low. He ignored all the whispers and pointing, even the loud questioning cries ofPoppy Pomfrey who had been passing through the castle as he entered the castle. The mediwitch tried to fret over Hermione, but everytime she moved to touch Hermione Draco's hand pushed the mediwitch's hands away. When he entered the Infirmary, he laid her a bed. He sat next to her, taking hold of her hand.
"Is her baby okay?" he whispered.
I'll kill Blaise myself if he has hurt her baby. That kid is my only lead to who raped her., Draco added silently to himself.
Poppy went to work casting spells to clean and heal the unconscious girl. Finally she casted spells on Hermione's unborn child. She let out a breath of relief, and smiled at Draco. "Nothing to worry about. They are both okay. Now, care to tell me what happened?"
Draco told her that he had been walking in the rain, and that he had stumbled across Hermione beaten up. He told her that he believed that she had been hit with a curse, he wanted to deal with Blaise personally when the time was right. "Do you think that whoever attacked her the first time would continue to attack her? What if he found out that she was pregnant? Wouldn't she be in even more danger?"
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure that only Severus, yourself, Dumbledore, and I know. She is perfectly safe. Now, when Severus and Miss Granger both wake up, they can leave."
Draco waited by Hermione's side, only moving to get up and stretch his legs. Three hours later, a small door off to the side of the Infirmary opened and Professor Snape walked out. Back in his black robes and his scowl, the only thing that was different was that Snape was walking with a bit of a limp. He walked until he noticed Draco, then he stopped. His eyes moved to the other figure that was on the small white bed. He walked over the her bed and conjured a chair. "How is she?"
"Better."
"And the baby?"
"For being nearly two months, she is lucky that she hasn't lost it." he answered truthfully. The look he received from Snape made him continue. "She was blasted in a duel today. She hit a tree seventy feet away."
"Who?"
"Blaise Zabini." Draco said as he lowered his eyes.
"Keep an eye on him, Draco. If he goes near her, you had better be there too. If he was the one to attack her..., I mean..., I knew his father and how terrible he was. If Blaise is anything like him," Hermione stirred in between the two men. Both quit talking as soon as she opened her eyes. She looked at Severus with a blank look, then turned her head and smiled lightly at Draco. Severus felt a small amount of jealousy towards the younger boy.
"Are you okay?" Severus was surprised to find that this question was directed to him from Hermione. He had figured that she still wasn't very accepting of him.
"Yes. Are ready to go back to your dorm?" Hermione nodded. "Draco, would you take her? I need to run an errand."
Severus watched as Draco helped Hermione up, and lead her out of the hospital wing with his hand placed at the small of her back. He did feel better when Hermione turned her head and offered him a small smile just before she passed through the doors.
Hermione let Draco take her to the dorms, knowing that once they were behind closed doors she would be questioned. Before Draco could ever question her, Hermione told him everything.
Flashback:
"Who will help you if I don't? We're family, you and me," Harry motioned between himself and Hermione, whispering. Hermione knew that Harry was getting angry, but she never expected for Harry to shout out to the entire Common Room, "And you're pregnant!"
There were whispers, whispers about her and who the father was. Of her and Harry. Whispers of Ron how would respond. But what hurt Hermione the most was Ginny's face. Hermione took a step forward, but Ginny ran off to her dorm. Hermione turned around, and there stood the one who had lost her everything she ever worked for. Harry Potter. Smack! Then she was gone. And of course, Harry chased her.
The only problem was that he could never get close enough to catch her. He remembered all the times that they had chased each other. That was back when they laughed and smiled, long before the broken hearts and tears.
Hermione ran as if her life depended on it. The last time she had run so fast was when she had lost Harry in battle. One minute she and Harry were back to back, shouting and waving their wands as fast as they could. They fought for their lives, protecting each other at the same time, then suddenly Hermione was alone. Bodies of dead Death Eaters were scattered everywhere, occasionally there would be a body of a fallen classmate or friend. Hermione just ran, she needed her boys. She ran and finally found Ron. He didn't know where Harry was, either. And Hermione ran, Ron chasing after her. 'Harry!' she screamed. No answer. She ran around the field, not bothering to dodge any curses. She knew that Ron was blocking every one he could. 'Harry!' she cried as she fell to her knees. Then suddenly Draco Malfoy was behind her. It never occurred to her that she was almost exactly in the same place that Harry had left her. It was the same place that Hermione was heading for now. Her stomach hurt, cramping from her moving so fast. She slowed down enough to keep a hand on her stomach.
A hand grabbed her, and the rain fell. It was just like that day in battle, a terrible storm moved in as if commanded. She was soaked before she could turn around. She looked at her friend. He had that helplessly in love look all over his face. He took a step closer, his free hand pushing her hair off her mouth ad cheek then let his hand trace her jaw.
SMACK!
Hermione was taken down as Harry fell into the mud, since he had never let go of her arm. She could feel the wetness soak into her clothing, as she laid there letting the mud splatter on her as the rain hit the small puddles around them. After the initial shock wore off, and she caught her breath, she whispered. "I hate you."
She never saw the tears in Harry's eyes as she picked herself up off the ground and walked away. She waited until she was out of Harry's earshot before she cried. A twig snapped behind her, instantly she pulled out her wand and spun around. A cloaked figure stepped out from behind a tree off to her left. She held her wand out, prepared if the person was to attack. Without knowing it, her free hand slide over her belly as if to protect her child. The figure laughed, pulling out a wand. "Accio Hermione!" the voice commanded.
Hermione flew into the air, landing in the stranger's arms. Her wand was tossed aside. Hermione couldn't remember what happened. She didn't hear the muffled voice whisper that his child was not something she could hide as his hand gripped her stomach. An explosion directly behind them freed her from her captor. She landed on the ground, taking time to turn around to see that the cloaked figure was gone and in his place was Blaise Zabini. His caramel colored hair was ruffed up, from what Hermione guessed, was from running in the rain. Her relief vanished as Blaise gave her a sexy and evil smirk. As quickly as she could, she scrambled off the ground as she grabbed for her wand. When she stood up straight, Blaise's wand was already pointed at her.
Blaise loved to see the fear in a girl's eyes when he displayed his own trademark smirk. But none more than the mudblood Granger's. But now he was on a mission, a mission that he needed to complete before he took joy from watching her fear him. He aimed his wand at her stomach, her face falling into a horrified stare. Yes, he needed to rid her of his child, though he would make it look like he was trying to save her from some mysterious evil that threatened her. He watched as one of her hands planted itself on her stomach, while the other that held her wand shook in rage. He couldn't help but take a minute to look her over, wishing that there was some pure blooded girl just like her for him to steal away from the world. He almost felt a bit of pain as he thought of destroying his child, almost. That was until he reminded himself that the child was dirty, as was it's whore mother. He sneered.
Hermione choked out a sob. She knew that Blaise was cocky enough to bask in his victory before he even won a duel. She barely had just enough time to aim her own curse at his chest, even though she threw her's first, Blaise's curse hit her first. A sharp pain hit her back, ripping her shirt. Next thing she knew, she was waking up in the hospital hours later.
End Flashback
Draco was dumbfounded. Blaise saved her from someone? But then why did I find them together with raised wands? Something's not right, I can feel it!
Hermione stood in front of him, hugging herself. It was as if she was waiting for him to say something. Draco racked his mind for something to say or do. Finally, he decided to quit thinking and went with his instinct. He marched up to Hermione and wrapped her into a secure hug, lightly stroking her hair. When Hermione didn't cry, Draco pulled her tighter to him as silently claim her as his own. "You're under my watch now, you'll be okay. I promise."
Hermione looked up into those mercury colored eyes and found herself falling for the wrong boy. The boy that was never meant to be a hero, the boy destined to be everything she couldn't have. The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile. "Do we have to stay here?"
Draco smirked, shaking his head mischievously. "The stars are the limits."
"I'd like to see the stars." Hermione whispered.
Draco turned away from her, heading towards his room. He returned with his broom, walking straight past Hermione's horrified face to the portrait. He turned and waited for her to follow, yet she didn't.
Hermione stared at the broom in Draco's hand. "What is that?" she asked, pointing to the broom.
"My broom," he smiled. "You're going to fly with me."
Hermione's heart dropped to her stomach. "Huh?"
Draco stepped over to her, placing a hand on each shoulder. "I won't let you fall." he reassured her. "Fly with me?" he whispered.
A/N: Is this better for most of you? I just wanted to thank everyone who has reviewed for this fic. I was absolutely thrilled when I checked my email and saw how many reviews I had recieved! I am sorry that it has been a month since my last update. I finished this chapter about a week and a half ago, but my computer was feeling sick. Not only that but I have been working alot here lately, so I kinda forgot to pay my internet bill. Big OOPS on my part! But I really hope that this chapter makes up for the long wait! So hit me up and tell me what you think.
OrgnlAmagic: Hi sweetie! I know it seems like I'm taking forever, doesn't it? Blaise only got a taste of what is coming towards him, but what really happens to him won't come til the sequel. I've already started planning it out, thanks to a request by another reviewer. It will be good, so the waiting will definately be worth it. As for Snape, I'll explain later why he was in the hospital. Why Hermione waited was because the scene was registering as to what was going on, it took her a minute to react. I don't know how I will have Ron find out yet. Hummmm? I want some drama with Ron's knowledge about this.
Michelle Felton: bows As you wish! I just got my internet back today and I'm posting! God, I was going through internet DT's. Terrible, huh?
xx Kyani: That is the thousand dollar question! What will Ron do? Don't worry, Blaise will be found out and dealt with. But that will be at the end of this fic and through out the sequel. Malfoy, the hero? Maybe? Keep reading and find out. I can't really tell anyone who will save the day or it will ruin the surprise ending! And believe me, it's something that no one will ever expect!
k847: The whole weird feeling is being established in this chapter. Hermione believes that Blaise attacked her from a cloaked figure (which was him), and the explosion was just to throw her off and make her believe that he was trying to save her but let her know that he still hates her by attacking her. Does that make sense? It's one thrity in the morning.
greenink: I updated! Isn't it wonderful? I love the internet! Hope you enjoy. Wow, you updated twice for the same chapter, is this fic really that good? I think I'm flattered. Yes, I am!
Me: I'm debating on who will win Hermione's heart still, so it could really go either way. However, if it is Malfoy, I could always make an alternate version for H/Hr. But I'll email you. Would love to hear it, since personally Harry and Hermione should end up together in the books. Even though they won't, they're just like James and Lily.
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seghen: The beauty of her not having a choice is that should Malfoy win, and she not agree, Harry would have to force her into his enemy's arms. So either one who wins, the ending is already planned. Yeah, I also liked the fact that Snape would be so horrible to the one person he would later regret. Classy, huh?
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