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Hermione was on the Astronomy Tower once more. She had a wonderful makeup session with Draco and as she thought back to it she smiled. He would probably be embarrassed if she brought that emotional scene into a conversation. She laughed quietly. He would probably be redder than a Weasely blushing. They had exchanged witty comments for a while. And now as she sat here, she was pondering about it.
She didn't realize that she missed him so much until he was gone. And it had only been four days that he'd been avoiding her! She really did love him… With all of her heart. He was really amazing. He could keep up that cool persona and fool the rest of the school with his acting. Yet she could see through most of his acts… And he loved her too. She smiled and looked up at the sky, taking in a deep breath. It was a bit chilly and she forgot her coat. She shivered.
She was shocked when a warm arm wrapped around her and a person sat down next to her, "Cold?" the voice said barely above a whisper.
She turned her head to look into those silver eyes that she loved so much, "A bit."
He gave her a small smirking smile and took of his outer robe with a flourish and she rolled her eyes. Typical Draco. He gave her a smile and wrapped it around her.
She looked at him and raised her eyebrow, "Aren't you going to get cold?"
He raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Malfoys don't get cold."
She laughed and he smiled, "Yeah, right. You and your Malfoys don't do this and Malfoys do this," She laughed again.
He looked offended, "Malfoys are quite good at a lot of things," He leaned in closer to her, "Such as kissing," And soon she was being kissed possessively and passionately by him.
After some time they broke apart a bit out of breath. She nodded in a conversational tone, "Oh, yes. Malfoys are quite good at kissing. I've experienced this myself. But, really? Everyone gets cold!"
He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her, "Haven't you heard?"
She frowned, "Heard what?"
He laughed, "My Father is called the Ice King, my Mother is called the Ice Queen, and I've been called the Ice Prince a fair amount of time. Why would the nobilities of Ice feel cold? After all they are cold themselves."
She laughed, "Of course your family would be called that… At least I got a new nickname for you."
"Oh, no! The horror!" He laughed and she grinned up at him.
They sat in silence for a bit, before she scooted closer to him. He looked at her and pulled her onto his lap. He rested his chin on her shoulder and breathed in deeply. They sat for a while enjoying each other's company.
Draco could tell that she was drifting off into her own thoughts, "Mya?"
She jumped a bit before looking at him, "Dragon?"
"What were you thinking about?"
She gave a deep sigh and seemed to stare off into nothingness, "Lots of things…"
"Such as?"
"Hopes, dreams. Other stuff like that…"
"Want to go into detail?"
She gave a soft laugh that seemed to float on the soft breeze, "I hope that the war will end soon. That families won't be torn apart. I hope that neither of us or our loved ones die. I dream of our future…"
"Our future?" He asked a bit worried.
"Yeah…" She stared off into space for a second, "That we can live through this war. That maybe one day we can get married without anyone objecting to it. That we can have kids. That we can grow old and happy and die that way… Happy. Without worrying about the war. I don't want to die in some stupid battle, separated from you. I want that to happen. Marriage, kids, and peace. Maybe not today or tomorrow… But someday."
He closed his eyes and nodded, holding her tightly, "Someday…"
She woke up that morning refreshed and happy. She did everything with a smile as she got ready for her day. It was a bit shocking and the rumors started to fly. What happened to make Granger so happy? Did she finally get a boyfriend? Ha! Impossible! Maybe it was Ron? Ooh! Maybe.
One thing was for sure, she was definitely in a good mood. It showed when she skipped down to the Great Hall with a smile on her face. Professor McGonagall smiled when she saw one of her smartest and most cherished cubs so happy.
"Good morning Harry!" She said when she sat down.
He looked up with dark bags under his eyes. He tried for a smile, but it ended up looking like a grimace, "You look happy."
As she dug into her food she spoke, "I am happy Harry! And nothing's going to dampen my mood!"
"Hey Mione!" They both turned to look as Ron sat down next to them, "Why do you look so happy?"
While Harry gave a small knowing smile, Hermione scowled.
"Is it a crime for me to be happy Ronald?"
"No-"
"Then don't question why I am!"
"Fine!" Ron scooted a bit a ways from them.
Hermione smiled and looked at Harry with an expression that said, 'See! I told you nothing could dampen my mood!'
Harry tried for a chuckle, but it ended up sounding like a gagging noise. He started to cough a bit.
She frowned, "Harry, are you alright?"
He waved his hand, "Yeah. I'm fine. It's just…" His eyes quickly darted towards Ron, "It's about that Rune theory you're teaching me, Mione. You know it's been bothering me. I… I may have made a break through with it though," He swallowed largely and rubbed his eyes a bit.
"That's great Harry!" She said brightly as her mind went to work. He looked like he had just been through a war zone. He must have not have gotten much sleep, if any, last night. But… Rune theory? She knew it was an allusion to their preparations for the war, but… What was he talking about? He could be alluding to any number of things. Maybe he stayed up all night reading a book. Maybe he came up with a new spell that could be useful. Maybe he was actually talking about the Rune theory she assigned him, so if anyone asked, he could answer the questions and drive off suspicion. She didn't know and wasn't going to find out right now. She'd have to meet up with Harry to discuss it.
She stood up and nodded to Harry, "You can tell me about it at lunch. I have Transfiguration. And then I need to get to Professor Binn's Classroom. We're finishing the Bloodline potion today, remember? I can't wait to get it done and check out the results!"
Ron snorted, "Some of us who ruined our potion aren't finishing today, Mione."
"Whatever," With that she turned around and walked out of the Great Hall, barely refraining from skipping.
It was halfway through class and she was finished! She had survived Professor Binn's droning about meaningless things that seemed to go on and on and on. She had managed to complete her potion through Professor Snape's stalking and snarled comments. And she didn't have anyone near her blow up or melt their cauldron. Harry's potion had a bit to go. (He'd waited a bit to get started, which definitely didn't make Professor Snape happy.) She was ecstatic!
Her day had gone wonderfully and nothing could ruin it! She poured the potion onto the piece of parchment and pricked her finger.
Here goes nothing!
Elsewhere
He looked around at his circle of friends. They were discussing the finer points of political take over. He had Bella siting to his left dressed in some tight leather outfit of hers, he raked his eyes over her before looking to her right. Her sister Narcissa sat there then Lucius, Fenrir, Remus, Sirius, Regulus, Rabastan, and Rudolphus to his right. There were some empty seats, because he had some people still recovering or out in the field working for him to get more people on their side. Severus, who would normally be sitting next to Lucius in the circular table, was of course gone because of class. He however had already been informed last night by himself about the change in plans. Severus had been a bit reluctant at first, but then showed a bit of relief. Strange as he thought back on it.
But it was starting to get ridiculous, what they were talking about, after being in the council room after at least four hours straight. He needed to wrap up some matters so they could take a recess. At least he could get them some food.
"WE CANNOT SHOW SUPPORT OF WEREWOLVES YET!"
"WHY NOT!?"
"BECAUSE-"
He looked between Remus and Fenrir, who were standing up having a screaming match. He sighed, like alpha like cub.
"Gentlemen," He said waiting for them to stop.
"THAT IS RIDICULOUS!"
"Gentlemen."
"IT ISN'T IF YOU LOOK AT IT LIKE-"
"Gentlemen!"
"-AND LIKE THEY'RE GOING TO BELIEVE THAT!"
"GENTLEMEN!"
Everyone looked at him. And he gave a loud sigh, "Sit down!" They did so and murmured their apologies. He'd have to solve this little dispute, "I agree with Remus-"
"WHAT!?"
"SILENCE! And sit back down! We need to get them to trust us before making big moves like that Fenrir! The Ministry isn't too fond of 'Half-breeds'" He made air quotations, "right now. And they aren't completely stupid. They might begin to suspect! Therefore Remus is right. We have to play this right! If anyone has anymore comments about how we are going to run the 'Rebirth Party', you can write them down and put them in the question/ complaints box, over there, for me to read," With everyone nodding, he ran a hand through his hair, "Well then…" He clapped his hands and food arrived in front of everyone, "Let us eat while we discuss the next subject on the agenda. Which is…"
Remus piped up, "The Vampire ambassador."
He nodded and picked up his glass of wine sipping it. The house elves knew him well. As they continued to discuss the matter, such as food, rooms, and other accommodations, they changes onto another topic.
"Potter!" Lucius sneered.
He rubbed his forehead. Trying to convince Bella's brother-in-law that having Harry Potter on their side was a good move was nearly impossible. It was a good thing that he was stubborn. However, Lucius was getting on his nerves and he was about to just hex him and tell him to live with it.
"Yes! I know you have a bit of a vendetta with him! That doesn't mean-" He was a bit shocked when he got interrupted.
"It isn't just that."
He turned his head to the left and tilted it, "What do you mean, Regulus?"
Regulus looked at him with angry eyes and spat out venomously, "Revenge!" He stood up, "We were promised revenge! Revenge against the Potters and the Longbottoms! We lost young souls that we cared about to them! And you want to buddy up to their filthy mangy excuse of a son! I want revenge against them for what they did! I know that they themselves are dead! But I won't rest until their children are dead, too! AN EYE FOR AN EYE, RIDDLE! AN EYE FOR AN EYE!"
When Regulus sat down there were multiple people nodding their head and he himself was a bit pale. He hadn't expected an outburst from such a mild mannered man. Then again, considering the circumstances… He supposed that Regulus could unleash that famous Black temper, that rivaled that of the Weasely's, due to the circumstances. He sighed. Best try to herd them while they were out of their pens…
"You don't think I didn't think about that?" He said his voice as cold as ice, quiet. Everyone started to look at him nervously. Regulus seemed to think he went too far, judging by his current skin tone, "I looked at it and saw it as one of our best options. Besides… I haven't started the welcoming party yet. I just asked you to keep an open mind about the possibility that he might come over to our side. There's a large chance that he will refuse. And in that case, we can kill him. Once! Once I retrieve my soul piece back! I never said anything about Neville Longbottom! You can still kill him."
They looked to him and nodded a bit skittishly. He took a rather large gulp of his wine. He nodded and spoke a bit as the conversation continued on a bit smoother and a bit mellower. He was getting to be a bit distracted by the strange feelings of nervousness and excitement he was getting. He was beginning to feel a bit antsy. He felt a shiver and the feeling of eyes on him. He looked up and shared a look with Bella.
Hogwarts
Hermione put her finger down on the parchment and sat back to watch the results. From the spot where she pricked her finger she watched as the blood vanished into nothing and then as red ink swirled into existence. She smiled as it began to form the words BLOODLINE FAMILY TREE OF… Her smile turned into a frown before a look of horror briefly flitted across her face. It was soon replaced with a look of calm before she folded the parchment up nice and neatly, stuck it in her pocket, gathered her books and put them in her bag, stood up calmly, and ran out of the room as if the Devil was chasing after her.
No. No. No! This can't be happening!
She ran into a random empty classroom and slammed the door shut behind her. She sat down on a desk and stared at the wall. It couldn't possibly be… She took out the piece of paper and glared at it. How she wanted to burn it and pretend as if nothing had occurred.
"Miss Granger!"
"Hermione! Where are you?"
"Come on Granger! Can't be that scared of your lack of a magical bloodline!"
Other voices called out to her. Farther away, but getting closer. She took a deep breath and folded up the parchment, putting it back into her pocket. She needed time to think this out… To think things through. She didn't have that time right now, so she would have to pretend she was fine until she could get that time. She couldn't do anything reckless in the meantime. Unfortunately recklessness was a natural Griffindor trait. She sighed and then bolted upright.
Oh, no! How am I going to face him!
Then the door slammed open.
Elsewhere
"Are you alright?" He looked to his left towards Rudolphus.
He turned his head to look back at Bella and said hoarsely, "Why do I feel like someone has just walked over my grave?"
Bellatrix didn't have the time to reply as just then the door slammed open.
Who could it possibly be now? He thought with a growl, whipping out his wand.