Chapter Twenty-Five
Draco felt his shoulders slump when he heard the click of the door closing behind him. He just didn't get it; he'd finally told her it was him, and she wanted nothing to do with him. Dragging himself over to a window, he sat down on the ledge and looked out at the moon. Blinking up at it, he rested his head on the wall; almost a full moon, he thought, yawning, and the last thing Draco saw before falling asleep was that big glowing orb staring down at him.
When Draco's eyes opened later, he found himself back underground; only this time there was no wolf statue in front of him, but an actual wolf that seemed to be glowing. Draco looked around and saw that he wasn't even in the saw chamber as the statue, but that wasn't what made him freeze; it was that fact that Hermione was sitting next to him, and they seemed to be in some sort of sacred room. He could see the moon's reflection in the simmering pools behind the shining wolf.
Draco felt his breath catch in his throat, this was the same wolf he'd found under the lake with Hermione. The gleaming wolf padded towards the two wolves and sat in front of them, "What you're about to do has be prophesied by the stars for many ages." she said, blinking slowly, "Your coming has marked the start of a new age, the age of legends, the age of myth, but more importantly, the age of magic." As the wolf finished, Draco felt a weird tingle in his head, as though fog was being lifted and just like that, everything started coming back; all the snow filled dreams finally made sense.
The wolf Draco and Hermione had found coming out of the statue was the last remaining member of their pack. Their pack of immortal wolves, known as Lupi, had been hunted to near extinction by the wizards and witches they'd help create. The leader of the pack had seen a wolf in the stars that could bring peace back; preserving the young wolf in the sacred waters of the lake. The remaining Lupi dissolved into the same waters, slumbering until the dawn of the new age.
The wolf they'd left behind became a mere ghost, guiding Hermione and Draco together in a hope that they'd uncover the truth about who they were and return to caverns to re-awaken the hidden race.
Draco and Hermione were the two prophesised wolves that were said to bring the coming of a new age, the Lupi are a lot like the centaurs in the sense that they can ready the stars and have a vast knowledge of prophecies. So when they saw that the two promised wolves had come, they looked to the stars for answers.
The promised wolves were said to bring the new age on a blue moon; so every blue moon, the Lupi would sit in wait, hoping for something to happen. It wasn't until a third wolf had come (the young wolf that was chosen to remain), that the prophecy was made clear.
The young wolf was sent to guide the two wolves along their way; but she'd taken a mortal wolf as a mate, so the prophecy was cursed. The promised wolves would be doomed to walk as the very race that destroyed the Lupi, while the young wolf could only watch. It wouldn't be until she'd learned the error of her ways and atoned for her guilt, would Hermione and Draco be able to return to their pack; bring with them a truce between the magical race and the immortal race.
Draco looked around the room again, only this time he saw dozens upon dozens of wolves lining the walls; they were all staring intently at Hermione. Looking over at her, Draco saw that she too was glowing, but then something caused him to do a double take; he could see the baby growing inside her- he could see its tiny heartbeat vibrating its chest. Draco felt his heart fill with pride; it was his, and because of him the Lupi would live on. That tiny wolf, growing inside Hermione, would returned the sleeping Lupi and save the species.
Draco felt a smile spread across his face as he rolled over on the window bench, waking up just enough to see the moon shining across the lake.
Hermione woke up with a start and clamped her hands to her stomach; what had she done, how could she of possibly wanted to send him away knowing what she knew. The baby was kicking at her, as if to agree, so Hermione reluctantly got off the couch and crept out of the Common Room.
Hermione had no idea what she was doing; she didn't know how that blond-haired git felt about her, for all she knew he was just trying to talk to her about the baby. Hermione shook her head, as she stepped out into the hall; she didn't care, the dreams were driving her crazy.
Sticking her head around the corner, she saw Malfoy sleeping on a nearby window sill; walking up to him, she saw that with the moonlight steamed across his face he didn't look like such a prat. With the small smile splayed across his lips, he could almost be mistaken for nice.
Hermione fiddled with her hair, and sat down by his feet; she wasn't sure if she should wake him up. She was just about to shake his shoulder when she saw his eyes creek open. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Draco's mouth crushing against hers.