Beauty and the Beast: Hogwarts Edition
Chapter Five- De nihilo nihil
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I still attened high school, lived in America, and had brown hair. So, therefore, I can't possibly be JKRowling.
Important notice to those who are reading this story: If you have not read the updated chapter 1, go read it. (posted May 8th 2008)
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Beast watched her for sometime after appearing to have left. He watched as she touched his journal, a recording of the events of the past. Yet something made her stop. She smiled and closed the book, not looking any further.He had to admit to himself that he was indeed surprised.
She moved from shelf to shelf, with a grace that he himself had not known for many a year. He could barely remember what it was like to be able to silently leave one room to enter another where he would be equally silent and be able to pass unnoticed. She picked a book , and curled up in a chair. He knew what it was from the shelf from whence it came and the thickness of the book. It was Homer's Odyssey. He had read that particular novel many times, marveling at how he could closely identify with the hero Odysseus, being forced to bear the wrath of the gods, as he was forced to bear the curse of his mother.
He thought long and hard and came to a conclusion, he wished to get to know her better, he wished for them to have dinner together, and perhaps read together, or may be dance in the ballroom. He wanted them to have a proper meal together, so that they might have time for a proper conversation.
Beast left the solitude of his hidden nook, noting once more the Latin philosophical words of De Nihilo Nihil, Nothing comes from nothing. He thought of just how true that truly was. He approached her, and sat before her on a chair. He peered at her intently, as he softly spoke her name to gain her attention.
Her beautiful brown eyes, as dark as chocolate it self, yet seeming to glow with an inner light, met his blue, darker than the night sky. He gathered his courage and spoke, "Hermione, would you like to have dinner with me, a proper dinner? i will understand if you don't wish to."
His chindropped to his chest, knwing once again a surge of fear of letting himself go, to be rejected. But Hermioe's next action was unexpected. Her hand carefully reached for his chin, gently lifting so that she could answer him, "Yes, Iwould."