Chapter 5: It is never too late to give up our prejudices.

"It is never too late to give up our prejudices." -
-- Henry David Thoreau

Narcissa Malfoy was waiting for me at the flowers shop. I only suggested for us to go there so we could buy the flowers we need for the healing ritual. She doesn´t know this yet, I will tell her only if she agrees with me to keep this away from Malfoy. I don´t know why is it about him but I don´t want him to know what I am doing with his mother.

"Miss. Granger, it´s a pleasure to see you again and so soon."

I can see now, she was a true stunning woman. Her long blond hair is shining but not like it once looked when I first meet her. Her eyes doesn´t sparkle any more the way they did. Her skin is pale. I can see myself in a few moments if we do the healing ritual.

"Mrs. Malfoy, there is no need for you to be so nice. I can understand if you feel less then comfortable in my presence." I take the lead to the flowers I am looking for. Simple flowers and with a lot of magic in them. Wizards don't like to recognize it.

"Miss. Granger. You most know I don´t want you to be less then comfortable in my presence. I think we need to talk about it."

Mrs. Malfoy doesn´t seem the same person she was before, it a true evidence people can change.

"Only if you wish, I see no need." The sound in the shops aren´t loud and somebody can listen to our conversation. But in reality I want to talk to her. To know her reasons, only to assure my conscience.

"Miss. Granger. We need to talk, not only for me but for you. I believe you are a magnificent person, a beautiful soul and I will be happy to be sure about it."

What surprise me the most, she sounds sincere. I smile at her with an honest smile. To tell her without words I know she is being honest.

"Now, that we understand each other, lets buy some flowers and maybe I can convince you to have tea with me."

As we walk through the shop and we carefully chose our flowers we talk and I can see her pain, her face is showing me what she´s feeling.

But is going to change, I will change it. Today I will make a difference in her life.

"We need a quiet place, we are doing a healing ritual."

If she doesn´t agree well fine, at least I tried, but I have a feeling she understands me and she will do it. She needs this time to be happy with her son.

"And what place do you have in mind?" She smiles, as she is looking forward to do the ritual. I feel more comfortable now; I know the curse is eating her inside and it´s painful. Cancer, a magical cancer is in her body.

"My house, my parents are away in a trip. Vacations if you have to put a name."

"Your house it is."

We finish our tea quickly and Appear in the back yard in my house. Her face shows curiosity but her body doesn´t. It moves naturally with a grace that not many people achieve in all their years.

The healing ritual is simple. Simple magic. I will give her some of my magic and my strength. We are going to summon the power hiden in the flowers the stones.

"By the power of four elements of magic hidden in your petals.
For the power you give us, in exchange for a sacrifice".

It´s really simple you see! And I can feel the pian leaving her body entering mine like it belongs to me. She is a strong woman. The pain is almost too much to bear, almost being the right word.

The Figure of Alstromeria materializes above us. Narcissa´s face is becomeing more and morea like her old self. And I can feel the happiness leving my body.

I tell my self again and again it´s olnly something good.

Arrangements to live with the Malfoy´s are made. I just hope to see Draco's face when he find out that we are going to live under the same roof.

Dinner was priceless with Malfoy looking like he was choking againg. This is going to be funny even with the pain I feel. I read in the book that it won´t affect me as much as the curse affects Narcissa but only because I am young and it was not directed at me.

The biggest shock was to find Malfoy knoking at my door, but more shoking was that he kissed my hand leaving a warm tickling after a few minutes. His face is rally beautiful but still I can see something evil emerging from his pupils. Don´t play his game Hermione I told myself when he was walking to reach the door.

Too late! My mids tells me. You are already a player. You will play his game and You will enjoy it too.

Sorry if the chapter is really short. But I had to post something. I have a job now an it takes most all my time. Please a reviwe will be nice. Eve if is to tell me you hate the fic.