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"Into town, hm? What if I don't want to go into town?"
"Then you can stay here... with Osric," he said a bit icily and Hermione frowned. "Sorry, bad last couple of days, I guess." She smirked
"Oh, I don't know... yesterday wasn't so bad." Draco smirked and nodded.
"Yeah, the first half was pretty good," he agreed and Hermione smiled.
"Just pretty good?"
"Yep," he said and she looked up at him curiously. "But there was this span of about three hours that was absolutely amazing." Hermione smiled widely and laid her head back down, letting him lead her out some French doors and into a garden. Draco continued, leading her though the maze of bush, until they came to dirt path. In the distance, a tiny village could be seen, not much bigger than Hogsmeade.
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: Olympus
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked as they started down the path and Draco smirked, pointing ahead. She sighed. "Well, I know that..."
"You'll see when we get there," Draco assured mysteriously, and Hermione sighed, giving up.
"Damn. I really, really, really hate these shoes. I must have had a momentary lapse into senility when I bought them," she said after a few minutes, stopping and crouching down, pulling little rocks from between her foot and the shoe sole. Draco smirked as he waited for her. "Ugh, that's it... screw this," she said, standing up again and searching frantically through her pocket for her wand. When she found it, Hermione changed her shoes into her trusty black sneakers and Draco laughed.
"Those go nicely with your little... ensemble there," he said and she scowled at him, charming them neon green.
"Better?" she asked with a sick sweetness and Draco laughed, shaking his shoulders.
"You're the one wearing them, not me," he said and she rolled her eyes, charming the sneakers a bland white.
"Maybe, but you're the one walking around with me, aren't you? It's not like I'm ever going to see anyone I meet again, but... YOU might," she said, starting to walk again. Draco just kept his impassive smirk.
"Hey, if anyone asks, I'll say that you're Lucius' mistress and you let him pick out your clothes this morning," he said with a hint of amusement and Hermione scowled, tucking a loose piece of hair back into her bandana.
"Would you really say that?" she asked curiously and Draco laughed out loud.
"No! Are you kidding? I'd tell them you're MY mistress and *I* let Lucius pick out your clothes this morning," he said and Hermione hit his arm, but couldn't force down her smile. She crossed her arms and stepped a little away, but Draco didn't seem to mind. He sent her sideways glances, combined with his smirk, continuing to town. Once they made it to the entrance of the small village, Draco took Hermione's hand and pulled her on a course for somewhere unknown.
"What are we doing?" she asked, walking contentedly beside him. Draco smiled.
"You sound suspicious," he pointed out and Hermione shook a shoulder.
"A little. I know you're planning something I'm probably not going to like, I just don't know what," she said, pretending that she didn't care in the slightest. Draco smirked.
"Are you nervous?"
"Ha! No way," Hermione assured, sticking her nose up at the thought and Draco's smirk grew. That was a yes if he ever heard one. "Are you going to answer me, or not?"
"We're going to conquer your fears, my dear." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"What have I told you about rhyming?" she asked and he looked to the sky, shaking his head. "And what do you mean 'conquer my fears'? What am I afraid of that can be conquered so damn easily?"
"Heights, of course," Draco said as if it were obvious and Hermione stopped in her tracks, face drained of color.
"H-Heights?" Draco smirked widely and nodded. "H-How exactly?" Hermione asked, backing up slowly.
"Oh no you don't," he said, grabbing her hand so she couldn't get away. Hermione struggled a little, but he held tight. "We... are going flying." She paled even more.
"No, no, Draco, please... not that, I hate flying... Draco, stop!" she cried, struggling as he pulled her toward a small hut nestled in a tall stone wall. He managed to get her to the door, but she still wasn't cooperating in the least.
"Hey," he said, pulling her toward him, and Hermione gasped slightly at his sudden closeness. "You'll be fine, I promise. I'm going to be there, remember?" he said softly, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. Hermione swallowed hard, but didn't say anything. Draco smiled at her. "Come," he said, taking her hand and pulling her inside.
"Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy. What can I do you for?" said a perky brunette who looked no more than twenty. She was seated behind the counter of the small hut, but stood as they entered. Hermione looked around briefly. It was a humble place. One room, with a dirt floor, wooden furniture, and stone walls lined with cases and cases of brooms. There was a big red door to the left of the desk, and Hermione eyed it curiously. The room held only one window, next to the door they had entered, and was lit primarily by candles. Draco laughed at the girl's question and pulled Hermione in after him, moving his hand from hers to rest on the small of her back.
"Sorry Ceecee, I'm taken. But I'll let you have Oz for free," he said and Hermione looked at him curiously. The girl called Ceecee frowned.
"How is he, Draco? I haven't heard from him in... it seems like years," she said, shaking her head sadly. Draco tilted his, looking sympathetic.
"Just as much of an ass as ever. He's up at the house, if you want to see him. I'm sure he'd be happy to entertain you," he said and the girl snorted. "And if not... I'll talk some sense into him."
"Oh, I'd like to see that..." Ceecee said sarcastically and sighed. "Don't let me bother you, sir. What would you like?"
"Um," Draco said, taking a deep breath and running his eyes down the walls of brooms. Hermione, who wasn't exactly sure what to do, and felt rather awkward, let her eyes rest on Ceecee. As soon as Draco wasn't looking, the girl gave her a fierce and fiery glare and Hermione looked taken aback. Ceecee smiled politely as Draco turned back to face her. He looked to Hermione, who smiled sheepishly, then back to the store clerk. "I think I'll take a Cumulonimbus this time, Ma'am. Standard." Ceecee forced her smile to remain, and Hermione noticed, but Draco didn't seem to.
"Wow, Mr. Malfoy," Ceecee said, raising her eyebrows as she stepped away from the desk, moving down the cabinets to get Draco's broom. "That's a little extravagant... even for you." Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"I never rent from you anymore. I feel a little guilty," he said, smiling. Hermione stepped a little closer, and he looked down at her, his smile growing. She smiled back and rested her head against his arm, fingers interlacing with his. Ceecee took the ring of keys from the hook on her belt and found the correct one, opening a case that did not have a display window, like all the others. From inside, she drew a shiny black broom with black bristles, highlighted in red. It was the most beautiful Hermione had ever seen. Ceecee took a breath as she went back behind the counter.
"That'll be..." she started, but Draco held up a hand, taking the broom from her.
"Just put it on my tab, Ceecee. Or better... put it on Osric's tab," he said with a smirk and Ceecee laughed, nodding. She pressed a spot on the counter, which didn't look at all irregular, and the big red door opened, revealing a beautiful landscape. Draco ignored the small peep of fear from Hermione and smiled as she squeezed his hand.
"Have a good flight, Mr. Malfoy." Draco nodded at the clerk and gave Hermione a gentle push toward the door. She moved reluctantly, looking up at him with pleading eyes, but Draco just smirked down at her and kept walking. Hermione looked back toward the shop one last time before the door closed behind them, and she didn't miss the death glare given to her by the brown haired girl. Forgetting her fear, but still quivering, Hermione looked up at Draco, who was leading her toward an open expanse of grass.
"Draco," she whispered and he looked to her, still smirking. "Who was that girl?" Hermione asked, glaring over her shoulder at the door. Draco frowned slightly.
"Celia," he said and Hermione snapped her head back to face him.
"You mean..." He nodded, and Hermione joined him. "I thought she looked familiar... that explains the death glares, then," she said quietly, ignoring the look of confusion Draco gave her.
"What are you talking about?" he asked and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, Draco. You couldn't get a clue if you were in a field filled with horny clues in the middle of clue mating season and you smeared your body with clue-musk and did a clue-mating dance," she said, using hand gestures to indicate the smearing and dancing of her scenario. Draco looked perhaps twice as clueless. "She's obviously infatuated with you. You didn't notice the flirting?" Realization seemed to come as a shock to Draco, and he turned his eyes back to the doors.
"No..." he said and Hermione sighed. Then, she thought of something, and her hatred toward the girl severely diminished.
"Does Osric know she works there?" Draco nodded absently, still staring curiously at the door. "She's like a hundred yards away and he STILL didn't bother to come and see her? And they're supposed to be dating?" Now Draco looked back to her.
"Yeah... hey, I never thought of that. What an ass," he said and Hermione laughed quietly.
"With an intellect rivaled only by garden tools," she added, nodding and Draco smiled. He leaned in to kiss her, and Hermione let him, feeling much better than she had moments ago.
"Come on," he whispered as they broke apart, and Hermione's face dropped again as she remembered what they'd set out to do. Draco took a step or so away from her and mounted the broom, sliding down as far as he could. "Okay, get on," he instructed with a smile and Hermione swallowed, but moved cautiously forward, lifting her leg over the broom and settling herself in front of him. Draco smiled and wrapped one arm around her waist, keeping the other on the broom handle. Hermione herself held it like there was no tomorrow, although she felt safe with Draco's arm like that... "I won't let you fall, Mya," he whispered, squeezing her in a strange embrace, and Hermione smiled. Then, Draco kicked off, and she tensed. "It's okay..."
"Please, not TOO high, okay?" she pleaded and he smiled, moving about fifteen feet above the ground.
"No higher than this, I promise," he said and she sighed. This wasn't so bad... she could deal with this. Speed was not a problem; it was the height she hated. "Ready?" Hermione smiled and gripped the broom tightly, nodding. Draco made sure his arm was secure, then took off like a shot, flying at the same height. Hermione smiled. She was actually enjoying this. That is, until Draco made a left turn and flew over an immense canyon. She squealed in fear, but Draco just smirked, coming to a stop over the large ravine
"You promised!" she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut. Draco laughed.
"I promised I wouldn't go higher, and I didn't. It's not my fault the ground got lower," he said, still holding her tightly, and Hermione peeped. "You should know by now that I like to bend the rules, Mya." Hermione opened her eyes slightly, and shut them again.
"How am I supposed to trust you when you do these things, Draco? 'Don't touch me,' to you is an open invitation to feather-fucking... 'Don't go too high,' to you means god knows how many thousands of feet above pointy rocks... what does 'I promise I won't let you fall,' mean? Dangle me by a fingernail or something?" Draco laughed softly and kissed her earlobe.
"You're overreacting, Mya. That one I'm going to keep, no strings attached."
"Well THAT'S a relief. No strings means no dangling," she said, a tear slipping down her cheek. Draco laughed and kissed her again.
"While we're up here, we might as well try and teach you how to fly," he suggested and Hermione sniffed, feeling another tear fall, but not daring to let go and wipe it away.
"Who says I don't know how to fly?"
"Do you?"
"No..."
"Point proven. Okay, move your left hand here," Draco said, placing his hand where he wanted her to place hers. Opening her eyes, Hermione did as he asked, feeling her head spin as she saw how dreadfully high they were.
"Draco, I really don't like this..."
"Shh, Mya. It's okay..."
"Oh, another promise? 'It's okay,' hm... whatever could that mean in English? If you're an inch from death, but you're still alive, you're technically okay..." Draco chuckled.
"Wow, you're even a bitch when you're scared out of your mind," he said and Hermione pursed her lips together.
"I am not scared," she insisted, but Draco laughed heartily.
"But you don't deny that you're a bitch?" Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"I am not scared," she repeated and Draco shook his head
"Wow, that's about the worst case of denial I've ever heard of. Okay, right hand goes here," he said and took his right hand from her waist moving it to where he wanted hers to be and Hermione almost screamed.
"Don't you DARE let go of me!" she shrieked and Draco immediately replaced his hand, smiling broadly.
"Not scared, hm?" Hermione said nothing. "Okay, fine. Put your right hand here, but on the other side," he said and placed his left hand where her right should be. "Good. Now, I'm going to let go..."
"Eep," Hermione peeped and Draco smiled.
"Not of you, of the broom."
"Double eep." He laughed.
"I'm going to let go, and all you have to do is hold on tight, okay? You'll be fine. I'm right here," he said, kissing her softly behind the ear. Hermione swallowed and watched as Draco removed his hand from the broom handle and placed it with the other on her waist.
"Shouldn't my first lesson be closer to the ground?" she asked weakly and felt Draco smile against her ear.
"The ground isn't as far as you think," he said and she let out a ragged breath.
"Oh good, that way I won't die on impact, and I'll have to suffer through hours of pain and torture. That sure is a relief," she said, a few more tears falling and Draco nuzzled her neck.
"So optimistic you are," he said and Hermione sniffled again.
"Aren't I always?"
"You don't have to cry, Mya... it's not that bad," he said softly, moving one hand to her hip and the other to her cheek to wipe away a tear. Hermione practically screamed. She pushed harshly back against him.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO.... DRACO!" she called, scolding him until she felt his body slide from the back of the broom. Hermione turned around to see Draco dangling from the side by one hand, smirking. Damn him to hell. He was going to fucking fall to his death... and he was smirking. "Oh, I'm sorry! Oh my god," she shrieked, beginning to hyperventilate. "Draco, please don't fall... please, I'm sorry... are you okay?" Draco was still smirking, but now he tilted his looking dreamily up at her.
"You're beautiful, Mya," he said as if it were his last words, and Hermione started crying again, tears falling down her face.
"Draco, what are you saying? Come back," she said frantically, but Draco shook his head.
"I can't, Mya. I can't get back up. It doesn't matter now..." Hermione cried harder.
"Don't talk like that..." she pleaded, breathing hard, then pried one of her hands from it's death grip on the broom handle. She wiped her sweaty palm on her jean skirt and held it out to him. "Take my hand," she called, but Draco simply smiled. Inside, he was amazed that she cared enough to put herself in danger just to help him. He shook his head.
"I can't do that, Mya. You know I can't..." he said and Hermione's breathing grew even more rapid. She looked at her useless hand as if it had betrayed her, then placed it firmly over his, holding it onto the broom. It wouldn't help... if he were going to fall... she couldn't stop him. "Calm down, Hermione," he said quietly and Hermione let out a sob.
"Calm down? Calm down! You're going to fall, and it's entirely my fault... oh, I'm so sorry Draco... what do I do?" she ranted and Draco chuckled softly. She felt his fingers slip a little and gasped, pushing harder on his hand. "How can you be so calm!"
"Beautiful, Hermione... so beautiful," he whispered just loud enough to be heard and Hermione closed her eyes, tears falling freely. "Don't cry... don't cry, Mya." He said, but Hermione didn't listen. She sobbed, knuckles white from holding his hand. Then, it began to slip, and her eyes shot open in horror.
"Draco, no..."she pleaded, shaking her head. Draco smiled at her and raised his other hand to blow her a kiss before... her hand rested alone on the broom. She screamed and reached out to him, watching his body fly smoothly through the air. She couldn't bear it and looked away, sobbing uncontrollably and bringing the hand to her face, eyes shut tight and tears pouring down her cheeks as she rocked unconsciously.
She'd let him fall... he'd promised not to let her, and she'd lost him. It was her fault... she'd PUSHED him. And more over, what would she tell his poor mother? 'I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, but I pushed your son off a cliff. Thanks for letting me stay here, it's been loads of fun.'
Hermione let herself sob into her hand for what seemed like hours, letting it all out... Draco was gone. No one could survive that fall... but then, a voice scared her so much she almost fell herself.
"Gee Mya, I'm falling to my death, and you don't even bother to try and catch me?" Hermione gasped and opened her eyes. Draco was lying in mid air about fifteen feet below her, parallel to the ground they'd taken off from, perfectly fine and still smirking. He waved. "Love you too," he said sarcastically as her eyes grew wide.
"Oh god..." she whispered, overcome with instantaneous relief... then she realized what he'd done and sneered. "HOW DARE YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT, YOU INSENSITEVE LITTLE..."
"Oh, you didn't know this was here?" he asked, patting the invisible barrier he was lying on. Hermione growled a little, then broke down in sobs again. She couldn't decide whether to be angry, or immensely happy and relieved. She inevitably opted for the second choice. Draco frowned as she started to cry again and slowly stood, reaching up to her. His hand was still quite a few feet from her, but she took it as a comforting gesture, smiling through her tears.
"Are you sure that thing is safe?" she asked and Draco grinned, nodding.
"I'll catch you... and it's soft, anyway," he said, jumping a little, and bouncing like it were a big invisible mattress. Forgetting her anger for the time being, and just wanting to be close to him again, Hermione swung her other leg over the side of the broom, and jumped down, letting it float alone and parallel to the invisible barrier. As promised, Draco caught her, and fell backward on the 'ground', inevitably pulling her with him. Hermione held him close, crying into his shirt. Draco rubbed her back comfortingly. They stayed that way for a few minutes, before she looked up, face stained with tears.
"Draco..." she started, but stopped herself and touched their lips, kissing him with that same love, only intensified. Draco tried his best to kiss back, frowning internally at his inability to give her all she deserved. Hermione took a deep breath as she pulled away. "Draco..." she whispered again, then her eyes hardened. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?" Draco smiled.
"You're not afraid of heights anymore, are you?" he asked and Hermione looked over his shoulder, down at the ravine. She smiled slightly.
"No, I guess not... but you scared the shit out of me, Draco!" Draco smiled.
"I know. Too bad we aren't more serious. This would be the perfect time to propose." Hermione turned to him, mouth agape.
"You ARE kidding? No one in their right mind would say yes after a stunt like that! Are you out of your mind?" Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"If you did that to me, I'd say yes right now, even if we AREN'T serious," he said with a smile and Hermione shook her head.
"Draco, if you were my husband, I'd put arsenic in your morning coffee." Draco smirked.
"Hermione, if you were my wife... I'd drink it," he said and, inevitably, she laughed. And, although his joke was barely even humorous, she continued to laugh long past it's due. She became hysterical, rolling off of him on the soft surface, clutching her stomach as she laughed out all her emotions. All her fear, all her anger... but not all her relief. When she finally stopped, she opened her eyes to see Draco lying on his side beside her, smiling his winning smile, and she looked up at him, breathing deeply. "I wasn't lying, you know."
"What?" she asked quietly, still trying to regain her breath, and Draco smiled broadly, lifting his hand to wipe away both the tears of fear and those of laugher.
"You're beautiful." She smiled, reaching a hand to touch his face.
"Now every time you say that, I'm going to think of this, and I'll just keep hating you more and more." Draco put on a pout.
"You know that's not true," he said and Hermione laughed softly, then looked back up at him.
"I know. I can't believe I'm not mad at you," she said, and Draco smiled.
"Bloody hell, so am I," he said and she laughed again. "I really thought you'd castrate me or something," he said and she shook her head.
"That's one thing I WOULDN'T do." He smiled and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione frowned a little, looking away, then she turned her eyes back to him. "I meant what I said last night, you know," she said and Draco smiled.
"I know. Or at least, I was pretty sure. Now I know," he said, and Hermione smiled. "And I meant what I said too." She looked down, smile growing as Draco bent slightly and kissed her forehead. Hermione smiled and leaned her head into him for a moment, then rolled onto her back.
"So, what is this, anyway?" she asked, wiping the remaining tears from her face and flipping over, onto her stomach. Draco did the same beside her. He smiled.
"Originally titled Die Wolke Schlucht, but known to the locals as Olympus," he said and she sighed blissfully.
"German? That's odd, isn't it?" she asked and he smiled.
"Always thinking logically, aren't we?" Hermione smiled. "It was discovered by a German, on vacation. Story is he was found cheating on his wife, and she blasted him right off the edge. Everyone had been terrified of the drop of course, and it was actually illegal to come within a hundred feet of the edge... but then, they changed it."
"Hm..." she said to herself, resting her chin on her hands as she looked down. "It's beautiful... once you discover that you're not going to die." Draco laughed and she smiled. "It's like lying on a cloud... which are composed of microscopic droplets of evaporated water...are you sure it's safe? If we really fall, I WILL be mad at you," Hermione said and Draco nodded.
"Cloud Ravine's been around for a hundred years, and no one's fallen yet,' he said and Hermione smiled, turning to him.
"Why are we the only one's up here? I'd imagine a place like this would get tons of business," she said and Draco shrugged.
"It's a teenager, snog-park kind of place. Most adults would rather not, just so they can spare the sights... and everyone, except us, is at one school or another. It'd be like going to Hogsmeade during class... there'd be no one there." Hermione nodded.
"That makes sense... why did you bring me here?"
"I had to pay you back for yesterday, for one, and for two, when you said you were afraid of heights, I just couldn't resist. Plus, I thought you'd like it," he said and she smiled.
"I do." Hermione paused, then her eyebrows drew together. "What do you mean pay me back for yesterday? What the fuck did I do to deserve that?" Draco laughed.
"Remember when you met Osric? That was like a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I wasted it because you were mad at me. I don't think that's quite fair... and you said you could take a joke. I personally think this is fun, don't you? Me playing harmless jokes on you?" She rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes, Drakey, TONS of fun... OODLES of fun... I'm having so much fun, it HURTS," she said and he laughed. "But I'm forgiving you, because I understand that that's just... you, and I'm not trying to change you. Firstly, I don't want to, and secondly, I don't think I could, even if I tried."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," he said and she nodded. Turning back to the ravine.
Draco inched closer, resting a hand on her back, and Hermione closed her eyes blissfully. When he kissed her, she kissed back. When he touched her, she squirmed. And when he called her beautiful, she told him that she loved him.
They stayed in the sky for hours before Draco looked up, lifting his head.
"Oh, damn..."
"What?" Hermione asked, opening her eyes and turning to him. She was still lying on her stomach, and he on his side, pressed close and resting his head on her back. He pulled back and smiled at her.
"The broom's gone," he said and she blinked.
"The broom's gone?" she repeated and Draco nodded. "Where did it go?"
"Back to the shop. I only rented it, Mya, I didn't buy it," he said, smiling and she smiled back.
"What does that mean?"
"Only that we have to walk back to the shop. It's getting dark, anyway. Are you hungry?" Hermione rolled her eyes and sat up.
"What happened to it?"
"What?"
"The broom, Drakey," she said and he raised an eyebrow.
"I told you, it went back to the shop," he said and she nodded.
"But how?"
"Oh; you get them for three hours, then they disappear," he said and she looked surprised.
"They just... disappear?" He nodded. "What if you're flying them?"
"Then you fall. You can rent them for shorter amounts of time, if that's your thing. A lot of people come up here JUST for the unexpected fall. Would you rather I'd have done that? Not said anything and just let us fall?" Hermione cringed.
"No, I'd rather you'd have said 'there's a big squishy thing about fifteen feet below us, no danger'," she said and he laughed.
"Now THAT would be unlike me."
A/N: Haha, I knew you'd like this one... ehhe. I have no idea where it came from... it just... POPed out of my head... and I went with it. I told you they weren't going completely soft. Well, maybe Hermione... but I think she's one of those people who are like a peanut butter M&M. Hard on the outside, soft on the in. Now that I think about the next couple chapters... she really is going a little soft... Hm... I'll have to fix that. Which won't be hard, considering the situation at the end of 25...
PRF:
MoshiMoshiQueen: Chills, huh? Lol. I always get chills in band when we stop in the middle of a song... lol, I don't know why...:o)
Erilyn Rose: Lol, I can understand not seeing her in pink. I can, lol. Yeah, Narcissa needs to stop being so mopey and just punch her stupid husband in the face. Lol. Would that be considered child abuse?
Princess: Lol. A cult following? Creeeeepy....
Sleepy-kitty: Three times? Lol. I read everything at LEAST three times. I have this original fic I started... and like, I'm stuck... so I just read it over and over for no reason...lol. And, I must congratulate you. You are the only one to notice that connection... what with the movie and MPES. In fact, I WAS thinking that when I wrote the scene... lol. Kudos!
Crystal-kitty2003: Loveable? That's a new one... :o)
Girl-named-Belle: Lol. I agree... but Hermione... ::sigh:: what are we going to do with the poor girl? Lol.
George: He's like... you know those guys on Jerry Springer that are like adults who wear diapers and have their girlfriends take care of them like a baby? It's like that, except he really IS a baby in a grown man's body, not just some sick-o guy who pretends to be. He's basically a nice Lucius who enjoys things such as CandyLand and pizza-flavored Goldfish crackers.
Andrea: Lol, thanx... I'm glad you think so! Lol, and I write all the damn time! My parents had a talk with me the other day about never getting off my computer! Lol... if I had a laptop, I'd bring it to school and pretend to take notes... ;o)
KittyKat589: Exactly. List = Hardcore. Lol. Hermione's getting soft toward Lucius, but that will be explained later. Don't worry, I'm not making her get with him or any such thing.
Silver Dragon Goddess: Lol. Yeah, I know what you mean. Was this action packed enough for ya? :oD
Little witch: Lol. He looks the same... just more innocent and smiley... hehe. And yeah, I know it's boring. I wanted to get that 'I love you' thing out of the way.
Fallen Angel's Heart: Lol... or ELSE? So scared... so very scared... lol. Thanx for reading and stuff.
Tainted Black: Well, of course she's not confident. Sure, Draco likes her... and Osric practically tried to fuck her in the hall... but thing about it. EVERYONE else hates her... or so she thinks. And what about those ex-boyfriends? Eep. I'd be a little hesitant to believe in my beauty too... And I like my mental version of Lucius... he's such a cutie! If he were half as old, I'd crush him... I would.
Lizard Queen: Thanx! I'm glad you took the time to read my fic... I know it's getting a little lengthy... but, hehe... it's all good.
Demented Lollipop: Interesting name, lol. Thanx for reading!
Biblioholic88: I don't know what's going to happen in the end yet! Lol. I gotta get them through 'The List' still... :oD
Bitch with a Sword: Lol. I would do the exact same thing if they made Lucius a kid in the books. That would be stupid... but I'm allowed to be stupid if I want to! Yeah! To JK, both Lucius and Draco will forever remain evil. I hate that lady...
Crystalline Lily: As you can see, Draco had a jolly good reason to take her into town! Lol.
Krissy: I don't really know all the details, but it's something like... this disease in your wrists that restricts the flow of blood or something... and you can get blood clots easy so you can't do anything that puts too much strain on your wrists. You can get it from typing on the computer.... :gasp::
Dracos Athena: I love greek mythology... :oD. Oh... I'm planning one hell of an Osric beating.... owch... lol.
Last time on LGG:
"Into town, hm? What if I don't want to go into town?"
"Then you can stay here... with Osric," he said a bit icily and Hermione frowned. "Sorry, bad last couple of days, I guess." She smirked
"Oh, I don't know... yesterday wasn't so bad." Draco smirked and nodded.
"Yeah, the first half was pretty good," he agreed and Hermione smiled.
"Just pretty good?"
"Yep," he said and she looked up at him curiously. "But there was this span of about three hours that was absolutely amazing." Hermione smiled widely and laid her head back down, letting him lead her out some French doors and into a garden. Draco continued, leading her though the maze of bush, until they came to dirt path. In the distance, a tiny village could be seen, not much bigger than Hogsmeade.
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: Olympus
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked as they started down the path and Draco smirked, pointing ahead. She sighed. "Well, I know that..."
"You'll see when we get there," Draco assured mysteriously, and Hermione sighed, giving up.
"Damn. I really, really, really hate these shoes. I must have had a momentary lapse into senility when I bought them," she said after a few minutes, stopping and crouching down, pulling little rocks from between her foot and the shoe sole. Draco smirked as he waited for her. "Ugh, that's it... screw this," she said, standing up again and searching frantically through her pocket for her wand. When she found it, Hermione changed her shoes into her trusty black sneakers and Draco laughed.
"Those go nicely with your little... ensemble there," he said and she scowled at him, charming them neon green.
"Better?" she asked with a sick sweetness and Draco laughed, shaking his shoulders.
"You're the one wearing them, not me," he said and she rolled her eyes, charming the sneakers a bland white.
"Maybe, but you're the one walking around with me, aren't you? It's not like I'm ever going to see anyone I meet again, but... YOU might," she said, starting to walk again. Draco just kept his impassive smirk.
"Hey, if anyone asks, I'll say that you're Lucius' mistress and you let him pick out your clothes this morning," he said with a hint of amusement and Hermione scowled, tucking a loose piece of hair back into her bandana.
"Would you really say that?" she asked curiously and Draco laughed out loud.
"No! Are you kidding? I'd tell them you're MY mistress and *I* let Lucius pick out your clothes this morning," he said and Hermione hit his arm, but couldn't force down her smile. She crossed her arms and stepped a little away, but Draco didn't seem to mind. He sent her sideways glances, combined with his smirk, continuing to town. Once they made it to the entrance of the small village, Draco took Hermione's hand and pulled her on a course for somewhere unknown.
"What are we doing?" she asked, walking contentedly beside him. Draco smiled.
"You sound suspicious," he pointed out and Hermione shook a shoulder.
"A little. I know you're planning something I'm probably not going to like, I just don't know what," she said, pretending that she didn't care in the slightest. Draco smirked.
"Are you nervous?"
"Ha! No way," Hermione assured, sticking her nose up at the thought and Draco's smirk grew. That was a yes if he ever heard one. "Are you going to answer me, or not?"
"We're going to conquer your fears, my dear." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"What have I told you about rhyming?" she asked and he looked to the sky, shaking his head. "And what do you mean 'conquer my fears'? What am I afraid of that can be conquered so damn easily?"
"Heights, of course," Draco said as if it were obvious and Hermione stopped in her tracks, face drained of color.
"H-Heights?" Draco smirked widely and nodded. "H-How exactly?" Hermione asked, backing up slowly.
"Oh no you don't," he said, grabbing her hand so she couldn't get away. Hermione struggled a little, but he held tight. "We... are going flying." She paled even more.
"No, no, Draco, please... not that, I hate flying... Draco, stop!" she cried, struggling as he pulled her toward a small hut nestled in a tall stone wall. He managed to get her to the door, but she still wasn't cooperating in the least.
"Hey," he said, pulling her toward him, and Hermione gasped slightly at his sudden closeness. "You'll be fine, I promise. I'm going to be there, remember?" he said softly, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. Hermione swallowed hard, but didn't say anything. Draco smiled at her. "Come," he said, taking her hand and pulling her inside.
"Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy. What can I do you for?" said a perky brunette who looked no more than twenty. She was seated behind the counter of the small hut, but stood as they entered. Hermione looked around briefly. It was a humble place. One room, with a dirt floor, wooden furniture, and stone walls lined with cases and cases of brooms. There was a big red door to the left of the desk, and Hermione eyed it curiously. The room held only one window, next to the door they had entered, and was lit primarily by candles. Draco laughed at the girl's question and pulled Hermione in after him, moving his hand from hers to rest on the small of her back.
"Sorry Ceecee, I'm taken. But I'll let you have Oz for free," he said and Hermione looked at him curiously. The girl called Ceecee frowned.
"How is he, Draco? I haven't heard from him in... it seems like years," she said, shaking her head sadly. Draco tilted his, looking sympathetic.
"Just as much of an ass as ever. He's up at the house, if you want to see him. I'm sure he'd be happy to entertain you," he said and the girl snorted. "And if not... I'll talk some sense into him."
"Oh, I'd like to see that..." Ceecee said sarcastically and sighed. "Don't let me bother you, sir. What would you like?"
"Um," Draco said, taking a deep breath and running his eyes down the walls of brooms. Hermione, who wasn't exactly sure what to do, and felt rather awkward, let her eyes rest on Ceecee. As soon as Draco wasn't looking, the girl gave her a fierce and fiery glare and Hermione looked taken aback. Ceecee smiled politely as Draco turned back to face her. He looked to Hermione, who smiled sheepishly, then back to the store clerk. "I think I'll take a Cumulonimbus this time, Ma'am. Standard." Ceecee forced her smile to remain, and Hermione noticed, but Draco didn't seem to.
"Wow, Mr. Malfoy," Ceecee said, raising her eyebrows as she stepped away from the desk, moving down the cabinets to get Draco's broom. "That's a little extravagant... even for you." Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"I never rent from you anymore. I feel a little guilty," he said, smiling. Hermione stepped a little closer, and he looked down at her, his smile growing. She smiled back and rested her head against his arm, fingers interlacing with his. Ceecee took the ring of keys from the hook on her belt and found the correct one, opening a case that did not have a display window, like all the others. From inside, she drew a shiny black broom with black bristles, highlighted in red. It was the most beautiful Hermione had ever seen. Ceecee took a breath as she went back behind the counter.
"That'll be..." she started, but Draco held up a hand, taking the broom from her.
"Just put it on my tab, Ceecee. Or better... put it on Osric's tab," he said with a smirk and Ceecee laughed, nodding. She pressed a spot on the counter, which didn't look at all irregular, and the big red door opened, revealing a beautiful landscape. Draco ignored the small peep of fear from Hermione and smiled as she squeezed his hand.
"Have a good flight, Mr. Malfoy." Draco nodded at the clerk and gave Hermione a gentle push toward the door. She moved reluctantly, looking up at him with pleading eyes, but Draco just smirked down at her and kept walking. Hermione looked back toward the shop one last time before the door closed behind them, and she didn't miss the death glare given to her by the brown haired girl. Forgetting her fear, but still quivering, Hermione looked up at Draco, who was leading her toward an open expanse of grass.
"Draco," she whispered and he looked to her, still smirking. "Who was that girl?" Hermione asked, glaring over her shoulder at the door. Draco frowned slightly.
"Celia," he said and Hermione snapped her head back to face him.
"You mean..." He nodded, and Hermione joined him. "I thought she looked familiar... that explains the death glares, then," she said quietly, ignoring the look of confusion Draco gave her.
"What are you talking about?" he asked and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, Draco. You couldn't get a clue if you were in a field filled with horny clues in the middle of clue mating season and you smeared your body with clue-musk and did a clue-mating dance," she said, using hand gestures to indicate the smearing and dancing of her scenario. Draco looked perhaps twice as clueless. "She's obviously infatuated with you. You didn't notice the flirting?" Realization seemed to come as a shock to Draco, and he turned his eyes back to the doors.
"No..." he said and Hermione sighed. Then, she thought of something, and her hatred toward the girl severely diminished.
"Does Osric know she works there?" Draco nodded absently, still staring curiously at the door. "She's like a hundred yards away and he STILL didn't bother to come and see her? And they're supposed to be dating?" Now Draco looked back to her.
"Yeah... hey, I never thought of that. What an ass," he said and Hermione laughed quietly.
"With an intellect rivaled only by garden tools," she added, nodding and Draco smiled. He leaned in to kiss her, and Hermione let him, feeling much better than she had moments ago.
"Come on," he whispered as they broke apart, and Hermione's face dropped again as she remembered what they'd set out to do. Draco took a step or so away from her and mounted the broom, sliding down as far as he could. "Okay, get on," he instructed with a smile and Hermione swallowed, but moved cautiously forward, lifting her leg over the broom and settling herself in front of him. Draco smiled and wrapped one arm around her waist, keeping the other on the broom handle. Hermione herself held it like there was no tomorrow, although she felt safe with Draco's arm like that... "I won't let you fall, Mya," he whispered, squeezing her in a strange embrace, and Hermione smiled. Then, Draco kicked off, and she tensed. "It's okay..."
"Please, not TOO high, okay?" she pleaded and he smiled, moving about fifteen feet above the ground.
"No higher than this, I promise," he said and she sighed. This wasn't so bad... she could deal with this. Speed was not a problem; it was the height she hated. "Ready?" Hermione smiled and gripped the broom tightly, nodding. Draco made sure his arm was secure, then took off like a shot, flying at the same height. Hermione smiled. She was actually enjoying this. That is, until Draco made a left turn and flew over an immense canyon. She squealed in fear, but Draco just smirked, coming to a stop over the large ravine
"You promised!" she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut. Draco laughed.
"I promised I wouldn't go higher, and I didn't. It's not my fault the ground got lower," he said, still holding her tightly, and Hermione peeped. "You should know by now that I like to bend the rules, Mya." Hermione opened her eyes slightly, and shut them again.
"How am I supposed to trust you when you do these things, Draco? 'Don't touch me,' to you is an open invitation to feather-fucking... 'Don't go too high,' to you means god knows how many thousands of feet above pointy rocks... what does 'I promise I won't let you fall,' mean? Dangle me by a fingernail or something?" Draco laughed softly and kissed her earlobe.
"You're overreacting, Mya. That one I'm going to keep, no strings attached."
"Well THAT'S a relief. No strings means no dangling," she said, a tear slipping down her cheek. Draco laughed and kissed her again.
"While we're up here, we might as well try and teach you how to fly," he suggested and Hermione sniffed, feeling another tear fall, but not daring to let go and wipe it away.
"Who says I don't know how to fly?"
"Do you?"
"No..."
"Point proven. Okay, move your left hand here," Draco said, placing his hand where he wanted her to place hers. Opening her eyes, Hermione did as he asked, feeling her head spin as she saw how dreadfully high they were.
"Draco, I really don't like this..."
"Shh, Mya. It's okay..."
"Oh, another promise? 'It's okay,' hm... whatever could that mean in English? If you're an inch from death, but you're still alive, you're technically okay..." Draco chuckled.
"Wow, you're even a bitch when you're scared out of your mind," he said and Hermione pursed her lips together.
"I am not scared," she insisted, but Draco laughed heartily.
"But you don't deny that you're a bitch?" Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"I am not scared," she repeated and Draco shook his head
"Wow, that's about the worst case of denial I've ever heard of. Okay, right hand goes here," he said and took his right hand from her waist moving it to where he wanted hers to be and Hermione almost screamed.
"Don't you DARE let go of me!" she shrieked and Draco immediately replaced his hand, smiling broadly.
"Not scared, hm?" Hermione said nothing. "Okay, fine. Put your right hand here, but on the other side," he said and placed his left hand where her right should be. "Good. Now, I'm going to let go..."
"Eep," Hermione peeped and Draco smiled.
"Not of you, of the broom."
"Double eep." He laughed.
"I'm going to let go, and all you have to do is hold on tight, okay? You'll be fine. I'm right here," he said, kissing her softly behind the ear. Hermione swallowed and watched as Draco removed his hand from the broom handle and placed it with the other on her waist.
"Shouldn't my first lesson be closer to the ground?" she asked weakly and felt Draco smile against her ear.
"The ground isn't as far as you think," he said and she let out a ragged breath.
"Oh good, that way I won't die on impact, and I'll have to suffer through hours of pain and torture. That sure is a relief," she said, a few more tears falling and Draco nuzzled her neck.
"So optimistic you are," he said and Hermione sniffled again.
"Aren't I always?"
"You don't have to cry, Mya... it's not that bad," he said softly, moving one hand to her hip and the other to her cheek to wipe away a tear. Hermione practically screamed. She pushed harshly back against him.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO.... DRACO!" she called, scolding him until she felt his body slide from the back of the broom. Hermione turned around to see Draco dangling from the side by one hand, smirking. Damn him to hell. He was going to fucking fall to his death... and he was smirking. "Oh, I'm sorry! Oh my god," she shrieked, beginning to hyperventilate. "Draco, please don't fall... please, I'm sorry... are you okay?" Draco was still smirking, but now he tilted his looking dreamily up at her.
"You're beautiful, Mya," he said as if it were his last words, and Hermione started crying again, tears falling down her face.
"Draco, what are you saying? Come back," she said frantically, but Draco shook his head.
"I can't, Mya. I can't get back up. It doesn't matter now..." Hermione cried harder.
"Don't talk like that..." she pleaded, breathing hard, then pried one of her hands from it's death grip on the broom handle. She wiped her sweaty palm on her jean skirt and held it out to him. "Take my hand," she called, but Draco simply smiled. Inside, he was amazed that she cared enough to put herself in danger just to help him. He shook his head.
"I can't do that, Mya. You know I can't..." he said and Hermione's breathing grew even more rapid. She looked at her useless hand as if it had betrayed her, then placed it firmly over his, holding it onto the broom. It wouldn't help... if he were going to fall... she couldn't stop him. "Calm down, Hermione," he said quietly and Hermione let out a sob.
"Calm down? Calm down! You're going to fall, and it's entirely my fault... oh, I'm so sorry Draco... what do I do?" she ranted and Draco chuckled softly. She felt his fingers slip a little and gasped, pushing harder on his hand. "How can you be so calm!"
"Beautiful, Hermione... so beautiful," he whispered just loud enough to be heard and Hermione closed her eyes, tears falling freely. "Don't cry... don't cry, Mya." He said, but Hermione didn't listen. She sobbed, knuckles white from holding his hand. Then, it began to slip, and her eyes shot open in horror.
"Draco, no..."she pleaded, shaking her head. Draco smiled at her and raised his other hand to blow her a kiss before... her hand rested alone on the broom. She screamed and reached out to him, watching his body fly smoothly through the air. She couldn't bear it and looked away, sobbing uncontrollably and bringing the hand to her face, eyes shut tight and tears pouring down her cheeks as she rocked unconsciously.
She'd let him fall... he'd promised not to let her, and she'd lost him. It was her fault... she'd PUSHED him. And more over, what would she tell his poor mother? 'I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, but I pushed your son off a cliff. Thanks for letting me stay here, it's been loads of fun.'
Hermione let herself sob into her hand for what seemed like hours, letting it all out... Draco was gone. No one could survive that fall... but then, a voice scared her so much she almost fell herself.
"Gee Mya, I'm falling to my death, and you don't even bother to try and catch me?" Hermione gasped and opened her eyes. Draco was lying in mid air about fifteen feet below her, parallel to the ground they'd taken off from, perfectly fine and still smirking. He waved. "Love you too," he said sarcastically as her eyes grew wide.
"Oh god..." she whispered, overcome with instantaneous relief... then she realized what he'd done and sneered. "HOW DARE YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT, YOU INSENSITEVE LITTLE..."
"Oh, you didn't know this was here?" he asked, patting the invisible barrier he was lying on. Hermione growled a little, then broke down in sobs again. She couldn't decide whether to be angry, or immensely happy and relieved. She inevitably opted for the second choice. Draco frowned as she started to cry again and slowly stood, reaching up to her. His hand was still quite a few feet from her, but she took it as a comforting gesture, smiling through her tears.
"Are you sure that thing is safe?" she asked and Draco grinned, nodding.
"I'll catch you... and it's soft, anyway," he said, jumping a little, and bouncing like it were a big invisible mattress. Forgetting her anger for the time being, and just wanting to be close to him again, Hermione swung her other leg over the side of the broom, and jumped down, letting it float alone and parallel to the invisible barrier. As promised, Draco caught her, and fell backward on the 'ground', inevitably pulling her with him. Hermione held him close, crying into his shirt. Draco rubbed her back comfortingly. They stayed that way for a few minutes, before she looked up, face stained with tears.
"Draco..." she started, but stopped herself and touched their lips, kissing him with that same love, only intensified. Draco tried his best to kiss back, frowning internally at his inability to give her all she deserved. Hermione took a deep breath as she pulled away. "Draco..." she whispered again, then her eyes hardened. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?" Draco smiled.
"You're not afraid of heights anymore, are you?" he asked and Hermione looked over his shoulder, down at the ravine. She smiled slightly.
"No, I guess not... but you scared the shit out of me, Draco!" Draco smiled.
"I know. Too bad we aren't more serious. This would be the perfect time to propose." Hermione turned to him, mouth agape.
"You ARE kidding? No one in their right mind would say yes after a stunt like that! Are you out of your mind?" Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"If you did that to me, I'd say yes right now, even if we AREN'T serious," he said with a smile and Hermione shook her head.
"Draco, if you were my husband, I'd put arsenic in your morning coffee." Draco smirked.
"Hermione, if you were my wife... I'd drink it," he said and, inevitably, she laughed. And, although his joke was barely even humorous, she continued to laugh long past it's due. She became hysterical, rolling off of him on the soft surface, clutching her stomach as she laughed out all her emotions. All her fear, all her anger... but not all her relief. When she finally stopped, she opened her eyes to see Draco lying on his side beside her, smiling his winning smile, and she looked up at him, breathing deeply. "I wasn't lying, you know."
"What?" she asked quietly, still trying to regain her breath, and Draco smiled broadly, lifting his hand to wipe away both the tears of fear and those of laugher.
"You're beautiful." She smiled, reaching a hand to touch his face.
"Now every time you say that, I'm going to think of this, and I'll just keep hating you more and more." Draco put on a pout.
"You know that's not true," he said and Hermione laughed softly, then looked back up at him.
"I know. I can't believe I'm not mad at you," she said, and Draco smiled.
"Bloody hell, so am I," he said and she laughed again. "I really thought you'd castrate me or something," he said and she shook her head.
"That's one thing I WOULDN'T do." He smiled and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione frowned a little, looking away, then she turned her eyes back to him. "I meant what I said last night, you know," she said and Draco smiled.
"I know. Or at least, I was pretty sure. Now I know," he said, and Hermione smiled. "And I meant what I said too." She looked down, smile growing as Draco bent slightly and kissed her forehead. Hermione smiled and leaned her head into him for a moment, then rolled onto her back.
"So, what is this, anyway?" she asked, wiping the remaining tears from her face and flipping over, onto her stomach. Draco did the same beside her. He smiled.
"Originally titled Die Wolke Schlucht, but known to the locals as Olympus," he said and she sighed blissfully.
"German? That's odd, isn't it?" she asked and he smiled.
"Always thinking logically, aren't we?" Hermione smiled. "It was discovered by a German, on vacation. Story is he was found cheating on his wife, and she blasted him right off the edge. Everyone had been terrified of the drop of course, and it was actually illegal to come within a hundred feet of the edge... but then, they changed it."
"Hm..." she said to herself, resting her chin on her hands as she looked down. "It's beautiful... once you discover that you're not going to die." Draco laughed and she smiled. "It's like lying on a cloud... which are composed of microscopic droplets of evaporated water...are you sure it's safe? If we really fall, I WILL be mad at you," Hermione said and Draco nodded.
"Cloud Ravine's been around for a hundred years, and no one's fallen yet,' he said and Hermione smiled, turning to him.
"Why are we the only one's up here? I'd imagine a place like this would get tons of business," she said and Draco shrugged.
"It's a teenager, snog-park kind of place. Most adults would rather not, just so they can spare the sights... and everyone, except us, is at one school or another. It'd be like going to Hogsmeade during class... there'd be no one there." Hermione nodded.
"That makes sense... why did you bring me here?"
"I had to pay you back for yesterday, for one, and for two, when you said you were afraid of heights, I just couldn't resist. Plus, I thought you'd like it," he said and she smiled.
"I do." Hermione paused, then her eyebrows drew together. "What do you mean pay me back for yesterday? What the fuck did I do to deserve that?" Draco laughed.
"Remember when you met Osric? That was like a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I wasted it because you were mad at me. I don't think that's quite fair... and you said you could take a joke. I personally think this is fun, don't you? Me playing harmless jokes on you?" She rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes, Drakey, TONS of fun... OODLES of fun... I'm having so much fun, it HURTS," she said and he laughed. "But I'm forgiving you, because I understand that that's just... you, and I'm not trying to change you. Firstly, I don't want to, and secondly, I don't think I could, even if I tried."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," he said and she nodded. Turning back to the ravine.
Draco inched closer, resting a hand on her back, and Hermione closed her eyes blissfully. When he kissed her, she kissed back. When he touched her, she squirmed. And when he called her beautiful, she told him that she loved him.
They stayed in the sky for hours before Draco looked up, lifting his head.
"Oh, damn..."
"What?" Hermione asked, opening her eyes and turning to him. She was still lying on her stomach, and he on his side, pressed close and resting his head on her back. He pulled back and smiled at her.
"The broom's gone," he said and she blinked.
"The broom's gone?" she repeated and Draco nodded. "Where did it go?"
"Back to the shop. I only rented it, Mya, I didn't buy it," he said, smiling and she smiled back.
"What does that mean?"
"Only that we have to walk back to the shop. It's getting dark, anyway. Are you hungry?" Hermione rolled her eyes and sat up.
"What happened to it?"
"What?"
"The broom, Drakey," she said and he raised an eyebrow.
"I told you, it went back to the shop," he said and she nodded.
"But how?"
"Oh; you get them for three hours, then they disappear," he said and she looked surprised.
"They just... disappear?" He nodded. "What if you're flying them?"
"Then you fall. You can rent them for shorter amounts of time, if that's your thing. A lot of people come up here JUST for the unexpected fall. Would you rather I'd have done that? Not said anything and just let us fall?" Hermione cringed.
"No, I'd rather you'd have said 'there's a big squishy thing about fifteen feet below us, no danger'," she said and he laughed.
"Now THAT would be unlike me."
A/N: Haha, I knew you'd like this one... ehhe. I have no idea where it came from... it just... POPed out of my head... and I went with it. I told you they weren't going completely soft. Well, maybe Hermione... but I think she's one of those people who are like a peanut butter M&M. Hard on the outside, soft on the in. Now that I think about the next couple chapters... she really is going a little soft... Hm... I'll have to fix that. Which won't be hard, considering the situation at the end of 25...
PRF:
MoshiMoshiQueen: Chills, huh? Lol. I always get chills in band when we stop in the middle of a song... lol, I don't know why...:o)
Erilyn Rose: Lol, I can understand not seeing her in pink. I can, lol. Yeah, Narcissa needs to stop being so mopey and just punch her stupid husband in the face. Lol. Would that be considered child abuse?
Princess: Lol. A cult following? Creeeeepy....
Sleepy-kitty: Three times? Lol. I read everything at LEAST three times. I have this original fic I started... and like, I'm stuck... so I just read it over and over for no reason...lol. And, I must congratulate you. You are the only one to notice that connection... what with the movie and MPES. In fact, I WAS thinking that when I wrote the scene... lol. Kudos!
Crystal-kitty2003: Loveable? That's a new one... :o)
Girl-named-Belle: Lol. I agree... but Hermione... ::sigh:: what are we going to do with the poor girl? Lol.
George: He's like... you know those guys on Jerry Springer that are like adults who wear diapers and have their girlfriends take care of them like a baby? It's like that, except he really IS a baby in a grown man's body, not just some sick-o guy who pretends to be. He's basically a nice Lucius who enjoys things such as CandyLand and pizza-flavored Goldfish crackers.
Andrea: Lol, thanx... I'm glad you think so! Lol, and I write all the damn time! My parents had a talk with me the other day about never getting off my computer! Lol... if I had a laptop, I'd bring it to school and pretend to take notes... ;o)
KittyKat589: Exactly. List = Hardcore. Lol. Hermione's getting soft toward Lucius, but that will be explained later. Don't worry, I'm not making her get with him or any such thing.
Silver Dragon Goddess: Lol. Yeah, I know what you mean. Was this action packed enough for ya? :oD
Little witch: Lol. He looks the same... just more innocent and smiley... hehe. And yeah, I know it's boring. I wanted to get that 'I love you' thing out of the way.
Fallen Angel's Heart: Lol... or ELSE? So scared... so very scared... lol. Thanx for reading and stuff.
Tainted Black: Well, of course she's not confident. Sure, Draco likes her... and Osric practically tried to fuck her in the hall... but thing about it. EVERYONE else hates her... or so she thinks. And what about those ex-boyfriends? Eep. I'd be a little hesitant to believe in my beauty too... And I like my mental version of Lucius... he's such a cutie! If he were half as old, I'd crush him... I would.
Lizard Queen: Thanx! I'm glad you took the time to read my fic... I know it's getting a little lengthy... but, hehe... it's all good.
Demented Lollipop: Interesting name, lol. Thanx for reading!
Biblioholic88: I don't know what's going to happen in the end yet! Lol. I gotta get them through 'The List' still... :oD
Bitch with a Sword: Lol. I would do the exact same thing if they made Lucius a kid in the books. That would be stupid... but I'm allowed to be stupid if I want to! Yeah! To JK, both Lucius and Draco will forever remain evil. I hate that lady...
Crystalline Lily: As you can see, Draco had a jolly good reason to take her into town! Lol.
Krissy: I don't really know all the details, but it's something like... this disease in your wrists that restricts the flow of blood or something... and you can get blood clots easy so you can't do anything that puts too much strain on your wrists. You can get it from typing on the computer.... :gasp::
Dracos Athena: I love greek mythology... :oD. Oh... I'm planning one hell of an Osric beating.... owch... lol.