Year 4
Has your mum let up at all with your Occlumency training? HG
Not a bit. It's practically all day, every day. DM
Why has she been going so hard on you lately? HG
Father's up to something. He leaves the house without telling anyone where he is going. He comes home at late hours. You've seen The Daily Prophet... That's why she wants to make sure my Occlumency is perfect. For both of our sakes. We'll work on your training once school starts. DM
I want to learn. Honestly, Harry should learn, too, especially since he is having weird visions of You-Know-Who. Is it crazy to think that their minds are connected? HG
Honestly, nothing surprises me anymore. DM
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Ready for your first professional quidditch match? DM
Yes! I am super excited, but I don't know who to root for, the Irish or the Bulgarians! HG
I would be willing to bet that the Weasleys will root for the Irish; however, I will be rooting for the Bulgarians. Their Seeker is a friend of mine. DM
Since I will be with the Weasleys, I guess I will root for the Irish. How do you know the Bulgarian's Seeker? HG
He is a student at the Durmstrang Institute, and the Headmaster at that school is a former Death Eater. So, yeah, Father was able to get me an introduction to the Seeker, Victor. He is actually really cool; we hit it off a few weeks ago. Maybe one day I can introduce you two. DM
Interesting… I would like to meet him, assuming he is as nice as you. Will your mum be at the game? HG
No, she's at her summer cottage in France, avoiding Father. DM
That's unfortunate but understandable. I bet France is lovely this time of year. Why didn't you go with her? HG
The Irish and the Bulgarians have a century-old rivalry, so this World Cup is one no one wants to miss. Even Father's excited. You should ditch the Weasels and meet up with me after the game. DM
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Everything happened so fast; a blur of screams and flashes. One moment we were celebrating the Irish win; the next was utter chaos.
As soon as we exited the tent, we saw them, Death Eaters. Cloaked in black robes with ominously pointed hats and silver ghoulish masks, they ignited terror in every unfortunate soul they encountered. Marching through the tents, they set everything ablaze and cursed anyone who got in their way.
"Fred, George, take Ginny, everyone GET TO THE PORTKEY!" Mr. Weasley yelled, and we sprung into action.
I ran as fast as possible, leaping over any obstacle I encountered. I tried to stay with Harry and Ron, but the crowd was too much... The immense number of people running for their lives made it impossible to follow my friends; I lost them in the throngs. I kept running towards the tree line, quickly losing track of anyone I knew.
I didn't stop upon entering the woods; no one did; the Death Eaters marched closer, herding us like sheep into the thickets and thorns of the forest. I ran through branches and brush, my chest heaving and my skin stinging with fresh scratches. I knew exactly what they would do with a Muggleborn like me. Tears and sweat trickled down my face, blurring my vision.
I tripped and flailed, landing on something sharp. Pain seared through my side as a jagged limb stabbed into my abdomen; hot blood soaked my shirt.
As the Death Eaters ' chants grew louder, I removed a branch from my side, clutching my wound tightly. I had to get out of here. I mustered the rest of my strength, pulled myself up, and stumbled further into the woods.
Without warning, I was yanked aside.
"Ahh!" I began to scream before a hand smacked over my mouth, muffling my cries.
"Shh! It's me; it's okay; it's me!" I let out a sigh of relief, recognizing Draco's voice.
Taking my hand, he attempted to lead me through the woods.
"Draco!" I gasped, my head spinning, "I can't. I have to find my friends..." I swayed uneasily, my eyes losing focus.
"Granger, they're after Muggleborns. Do you want to be showing off your knickers in midair too? Or worse!" He paused, pulling my waist towards him, painfully grazing his hand over the gash in my side, making me scream in pain. "What the fuck? You're bleeding, bad. I'm sorry that leaves me no choice." He exclaimed, digging into his pocket.
The Dark Mark in the sky was the last thing I saw before losing consciousness.
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My eyes fluttered open with difficulty, slowly revealing a room I didn't recognize. Through heavy lids and painful confusion, I took in my surroundings.
Green. Silver. Bed. Salt.
Panic gripped me tighter the more I came to, and I wracked my brain for answers. Where was I!? How did I get here?! Anxiety gripped my lungs, and I fought to breathe normally.
I struggled to prop myself up as movement in a dark corner caught my eye.
As my memories of the quidditch game resurfaced, I frantically searched the sheets around me for my wand.
"Shh, shh," A silky voice cooed. "You're safe."
Familiar blonde hair came into view as I struggled to locate my wand in the shadows. A lamp clicked on nearby, revealing my captor.
"Please, rest my pet," Narcissa Malfoy urged gently, "Your wounds are still healing."
Immediately my eyes darted toward my stomach; the blood was gone from my clothes; in fact, I wasn't wearing my clothes...These Slytherin pajamas were definitely not mine. I lifted the loose pajama shirt to find a carefully mended line beneath my rib cage; I slid my fingers across it experimentally, flinching at the sting of touch. My injured muscles ached at the sudden movement.
"Miss Granger, my dove, you are safe," Narcissa whispered reassuringly, sitting down in a nearby chair.
"Where's Draco?" I demanded, cautiously leaning back against the pillows and never taking my eyes off her.
"He's asleep; it's still quite early, and the sun has yet to rise." She cooed, eyeing me curiously.
Spying my wand on the bedside table, I lunged for it brazenly.
"Ahhh!" I gasped as the gash in my side threatened to rip open again.
Instantly I recoiled back, forsaking my wand to grip my stinging flesh instead.
"Enough. You must rest; I forbid you to do anything else." Narcissa urged melodically, her silver eyes narrowing in on mine. Draco's eyes.
Tentatively I followed her command, unable to relax fully.
"Trust me, my pet, you'll feel better once you rest." She cooed softly, relaxing back into her chair. "If you'd like, I'll tell you a story...perhaps it will help you sleep..."
I considered her for a moment, laboring to grasp logic through the pain throbbing in my head. Giving up, I nodded for her to continue.
"Alright...I think I know just the tale..." She began. "Once there were three sisters, bonded by a tenacious love for each other and by blood of the purest stock; inseparable they were until they came of age, that's when Love came.
Love was envious of the three sisters and their unbreakable bond and aimed to destroy it, for only he should be able to create a connection so fortified, so impenetrable. After all, it was he who determined the fate of hearts.
He found them together, as they always were, three beautiful young women; the oldest, ever so loyal and ambitious; the middle, passionate and strong of heart; and the youngest, the fairest of them all, the most naïve.
He greeted them kindly and complimented them profusely. He congratulated and thanked them for setting an unparalleled example of sisterly love and devotion—the greatest he'd ever seen.
He offered the oldest, being the only one of age, a gift. Should she accept it, he offered her a glimpse into her future so that she might prepare herself for the changes coming her way. A love like no other could be hers, but her actions in the years to come were paramount, he convinced her.
The oldest sister, hating the unknown, accepted his gift greedily; Love, following through with his promise, showed her bits and pieces of her future. Then, upon seeing the fleeting images of her life, she set out, plan made, and mind set.
When the second sister came of age, Love visited once more. To his pleasure, only two of the sisters remained together.
To the second sister, he offered a bond so powerful only Death could break its connection. 'Your love for your mate will be so fierce,' he said to her, 'you'll never wish to be apart.'
To his displeasure, the middle sister, the bravest of them all, laughed. 'I'll be alright.' she said, 'without your help; I'll find love on my own, thank you.'
'Are you certain, my child? How can you be so sure?' He tried. 'What if I could assure you that, in addition to this bond, you'd want for nothing, he offered. Living life with your mate in luxury.'
'I'll take my chances.' She left, satisfied with herself, leaving Love alone with the youngest of the three sisters.
Love smiled at the young woman, hiding his ire. Love was a proud creature, not one to be turned down; he weaved a curse, a wretched curse.
'She'll live to regret that,' Love admitted mischievously, preparing to leave.
'Wait.' The youngest asked. 'I want it; I want it all. I want a loving bond so fierce and a life of luxury. I want what my sister so foolishly declined.' She begged him, desperate to find her purpose in life.
Love paused, speaking to her soothingly. 'Soon, my dear, soon your time will come.'
On her seventeenth birthday, he returned, keeping his word. The youngest, he mused, the most patient, the most beautiful, will get the best gift of all.
He found her alone.
'You will love a man, as handsome as you are eager, and he will give you the life you deserve, and you will be bonded to him irrevocably'…He smiled evilly.
'How will I know it's him?' She asked.
'It will be obvious, my dear, you will see. All you have to do is accept his proposal, then he is yours, 'til death do you part.' He assured her.
'Might I, too, have a glimpse into the future so I may see his face? I do not wish to leave the fate of my heart to chance.' She pleaded.
'My dear, would I ever lead you astray?' He asked cunningly. 'Nevertheless, I will submit to your humble request since you have been so patient.'
The young woman beamed excitedly, 'Thank you a thousand times.' And the face of her future love was revealed to her. She was infinitely pleased.
Love left her then, smirking internally, pleased with his work. He watched their lives unfold.
The oldest sister, having seen a man in her future that surpassed any other, set upon her path toward him. She married, not for love, but with a purpose, eager to please the one she thought would be hers in the end. On her journey, her blood turned cold, and her bond with her sisters faltered as she joined the wicked. She never noticed; she never even looked back.
Having turned down his gift, the middle sister found what she wanted in the end. She found true love, one that could not be manipulated or replicated. Defying her family and relinquishing her name and blood rights, she married a man less pure, severing her physical ties with her sisters. She lived a happy life as a wife and a mother. Love kept a watchful eye on her as he waited for his curse to pass. She would regret the day she turned him down.
Just as he had planned, the youngest sister married a rich and powerful man from a prominent family. She accepted his proposal unconditionally, the fool. Despite her hardest efforts and bearing his child, she would never find true happiness with him. They were bonded until death; they needed nothing, but he was evil, and she could not escape him.
Love smiled as each visit he made to the sisters; he weakened their bond. He'd tricked them into leaving each other in search of love elsewhere. Perhaps they would realize their mistake in time, but it would be too late. In time, their sisterly bond would diminish completely.
He waited patiently, knowing the middle sister, who thought she'd escaped his vengeance, would learn her lesson. His curse would win in the end.
He is still waiting to this day."
My eyes had long since closed by the end of her story, and images of the three beautiful sisters danced behind my eyelids. Sleep had its way with me, just as Narcissa Malfoy had intended.
Xxx
When I awoke again, sunlight seeped between the curtains, and I was not alone once again. The movement of blonde hair caught my eye once more.
Narcissa set a tray of small vials and juice at my bedside.
"I suggest you take these." She nodded towards the three bottles. "One will help your sore muscles, another will replenish your blood, and the last will help with your head."
I eyed the potions carefully, then her.
"You'll feel better if you listen to me, my pet. Perhaps, you'll even feel well enough to join Draco and me for lunch. You'll never know if you don't trust me." She smiled, raising her eyebrows teasingly, before leaving the room.
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An hour later, I had taken the potions, and they had settled into my system splendidly. I wasn't completely healed, but my condition was bearable enough to move around.
Carefully, I got off the bed; despite its large size and height from the ground, I managed to do so without pain. I grabbed my wand and tucked it into the pocket of the oversized pajamas I was wearing. Perhaps they belonged to Draco?
I tiptoed to the door, not wanting to be seen or heard. I needed to find him...I needed to make sure I was safe.
Quietly I turned the knob of the door and pulled it open just wide enough for me to peek through. Spotting the stairs and judging that the area was empty, I moved into the hallway. Silently I made my way down.
I paused against a wall, hearing voices through a nearby doorway. I lowered my head instinctively, holding my breath.
A picture on a nearby credenza caught my eye...three stunning girls smiling at the camera as they held each other's hands. Two were dark-haired, practically twins, and one blonde, the fairest...My mind flashed back to the story I'd been told...
Three sisters...bonded by a tenacious love for each other and by blood of the purest stock...
He is still waiting to this day...
I gulped despite myself.
"Enjoying yourself, Granger?" A voice coyly asked from the nearby doorway.
Draco leaned against the wall smugly, smirking with amusement.
I separated myself from the wall behind me.
"Hello to you too." I quipped before darting my eyes to the picture of the three girls..."Who are they?"
"Who? Oh, them. You're looking at one of the only remaining photos of the Black sisters together." He pointed. "That's Mother there in the middle. Crazy, right?"
"These are your aunts?" I questioned further, mind racing.
"Technically...Can't say I really know either of them. Not Andromeda, at least...Unfortunately, I've been forced to visit Bellatrix once or twice."
Before I could ask any more questions, the silky voice of Narcissa beckoned us from the next room.
"Lunchtime, my pets."
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My pajamas hung loosely from her slim form as we followed Mother into the dining room; despite their size, I glimpsed her evolving curves as the silk fabric clung to her movements. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I led her to Mother's right, pulling out her chair and tucking her in; she was the guest of honor. Perhaps the only guest we'd ever had at Shell Cottage.
She eyed the place settings and Mother cautiously; her eyebrows cinched together. I knew that look; she was thinking, fast. She chewed on her bottom lip as I sat across from her; she was holding back words. For politeness' sake, no doubt.
With a wave of Mother's wand, lunch appeared on the table. I served Granger first, then Mother, and myself, as Pureblood etiquette dictated in this scenario, given the absence of house elves. We began eating in silence.
Mother, ever the porcelain lady, observed Granger appreciatively, noting her familiarity with table etiquette. So far, Mother approved…
I'd never really imagined what it would be like to have them meet; before today, I couldn't fathom it as a possibility. It was far more nerve-racking than I had anticipated…
Mother was a prominent woman, brilliant, ambitious, and intuitive. She will have established her firm opinion of Granger by the end of this meal; it would determine her fate afterward…perhaps our fate. I cringed imagining a scenario in which Mother did not give Granger her approval, the two of them returning to Hogwarts without any memory of each other.
"Go ahead, Miss Granger, speak freely." Mother smiled politely, breaking the silence at last. "I fear for your bottom lip should you continue in silence much longer."
"Thank you…Mrs. Malfoy. I am indebted to you for everything you've done to help me since…The Cup; however, I can't help but be concerned for my friends and family. That night is still a blur; I have so many questions." Granger admitted sweetly.
"I'm sure Draco would be happy to answer your questions, but I do not wish to speak of such things over such a beautiful lunch." Mother responded calmly, dabbing her mouth with her napkin. Disappointment flashed in Granger's eyes fleetingly before she masked it. "In the meantime, you need not worry. Draco assured me that your friends are safe. Through a series of letters, he also managed to deceive both the Weasley family and your parents into believing that you are, through some miracle, safe with the other."
Her eyes closed, and her rigid shoulders relaxed as she exhaled her relief. "Thank you, thank you both so much."
"You're quite welcome." Mother smiled. "Now, dear, I've heard a great deal about you from Draco and seen glimpses of you through his occlumency training. I've also spoken with my dear friend Severus about you. Even Draco's father, Lucius, knows who you are, albeit not in the same way…So you can say that I am highly intrigued by you and have oft hoped to have an opportunity to meet you."
"I can assure you, the feeling is mutual. Draco speaks the world of you, and you've done so much for me without us having met. You've been extremely generous." Granger spoke politely.
Mother smiled at her, "You have been good to my son; therefore, I have been good to you. I'd like to know more about you, Miss Granger. Tell me, what keeps you going to that abandoned bathroom every day?"
I watched Granger wrinkle her nose in thought, analyzing the question and her possible answers. After careful contemplation, she spoke. Her tone was measured, her voice steady and confident, despite the situation.
"It hasn't always been easy to make friends, especially at Hogwarts; I'm used to being on my own; my most notable qualities tend to deter others. There is only one person in my year who has never found my smarts intimidating or my desperate need to find the logic in all things ludicrous. There has only been one person who could keep up and likewise challenge me. I hadn't realized how lonely I'd been or how unfulfilled I was until I met Draco. I didn't realize it right away…stubborn as I can be and as arrogant as he can be, with all odds against us, but I did realize." She paused, taking a breath; I admired her openness and sincerity in this situation. She met Mother's eyes now. "It has not been easy to keep things a secret, to withhold a great piece of myself from the world. But it's worth it, and I regret nothing. Draco knows it, as do I; we are selfish in our desire to continue with our secret meetings and notes…but we do so with selfless devotion to protecting one another's secrets."
She was right, every word. We had an understanding and complete confidence in each other. Neither of us had any intention of letting that change.
"I see…" Mother mused pensively. "I assume you are aware of the risks of what you are doing, given your intelligence and the events that led you here," She motioned to the room around us. "I must admit I admire your courage and believe your words are sincere. However, my priority in this life is Draco's safety, and you, my pet, are an uncertainty. I have glimpsed and discerned your feelings for him over these years and his feelings for you with cautious curiosity; knowing that the longer I let this continue, and yes, I am fully capable of putting this to an end, the harder it will be for you two in the future. You will play a pivotal role in my son's life, but whether or not it will lead to his demise has yet to be seen."
I watched them intently, not knowing which direction Mother would go from here.
"Should I be convinced that you are a detriment to his safety, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. Do you understand?" Mother warned with a sly smile.
"I do," She nodded.
"Good," Mother beamed, and I let my shoulders relax, exhaling a breath I didn't know how long I'd been holding. Granger had passed Mother's test. "Now, I must insist that you eat your food; it will help your healing. I would also like to extend an invitation, if I may be so bold, for you to stay here with us until the start of term. I would provide you with everything you need and can send for your school things as well."
I couldn't control the corners of my mouth as they lifted happily. Say yes, please, say yes.
"I would be honored; thank you, Mrs. Malfoy." She smiled, catching my eye.
Le future est entre nos mains.
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Lunch went by smoothly after Mother and Granger had had their chat about me. Slowly but surely, they opened up, growing on each other with each word. By the time we'd finished eating, I was a silent observer of what would appear to be two long-time friends.
Mother and Granger bonded, like a mother and a daughter, just like I knew they would. It felt so calm and so peaceful being able to sit with them and not have to put on an act or hide.
"Mother, if it's alright with you, I'd like to take our guest down to the beach." I offered, at last, clearing the plates with a flick of my wand.
"I suppose it's alright, but be gentle with her; she's still healing, and-Hmm...that won't do" Mother puzzled for a moment before whipping out her wand; within seconds, she transfigured the silk pajamas Granger was wearing into a lovely summer dress that suited her perfectly. "That'll have to do until I return from the shops... You two will be okay for an hour or two while I head into town?"
"I'm not going to break her while you're gone; just show her around the property." I chuckled.
"I'm sure we'll be fine, Mrs. Malfoy; thank you for everything, truly."
"Please, call me Cissy."
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"How do we know your Father won't come here?" I asked as we went down to the beach; the weather was divine, and the sand was so soft between my toes.
"Mother and Father have an agreement, I suppose. She doesn't follow him when he sneaks off every night, and he doesn't come here. There are wards around the perimeter, preventing him from accessing it; that and the fact that he has no idea where this place is located. This is Mother's secret place."
"That's good to know," I breathed, admiring the blue waters and him.
He'd changed over the summer. His shoulders had broadened, and he'd filled out everywhere else to match; he was toned, idyllic even, and he knew it. His face had chiseled into a model-like perfection that paired handsomely with his silvery grey eyes, making every cheeky look, smirk, or gaze... positively mesmerizing.
"Are you alright, Grange?" He asked eyebrow cocked.
How long had I been staring?
"Erm, never better." I managed, heat radiating across my cheeks.
Xxx
His mother bought me all the necessary things, swimwear, sandals, clothes, etc. I was eternally grateful to her. We had bonded more than I thought possible. Unlike my mum, her motherly presence exuded from her bones, like she knew she'd been created for motherhood. It surprised me how sweet and compassionate she was while also mastering Pureblood class and etiquette. Aside from Mrs. Weasley, I'd never experienced having a witch for a mum, and Cissy certainly didn't disappoint. She taught me so much in so little time. She was brilliant, and so was Draco.
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"Hopefully, we have a normal, uneventful year at Hogwarts this time around..." I mused half-heartedly, knowing it was probably a lost cause.
The sun warmed my skin, as the surf cooled my toes as we dawdled about on the beach.
"Fat chance, Granger. You hang out with Potter all day; he's a magnet for the abnormal." He laughed.
"You're not wrong, but I'm glad to have him as a friend nonetheless."
"They're far luckier to have you." He splashed my ankles playfully. "They literally wouldn't have gotten out of half their adventures without you there to save their asses. Honestly, I'm surprised one hasn't tried to ask you out yet, Potter or Weasel. I suppose they don't have the bollocks, idiots."
"Don't be foolish; they don't look at me like that. Boys don't think of me-I'm just Hermione Granger, that girl with her head in a book at all times." My face grew hot, and I turned the other way.
"You're the fool. You've got all of the Gryffindor boys looking your way." He smirked with a chuckle, splashing my legs again.
"Anyone in Slytherin House?" I dared, turning back to face him, grinding into my bottom lip.
"Yes, even the Slytherin boys have noticed you, Granger; you're beautiful." He smiled sweetly, a rare smile. He moved closer, and my breath hitched in my throat. Heat flowed fast through every vein.
"Anyone I'd know?" I breathed, tilting my head upward; his eyes examined mine curiously. Nerves clenched the muscles in my stomach tightly as I awaited his next words. How his body managed to radiate electricity into mine was beyond me. We moved closer, drawn together like magnets.
He smirked, leaning his face down until his nose almost touched mine.
"Me." He breathed across my lips before pressing his own against them.
I gasped, opening my mouth to his, allowing him to take my bottom lip between his. Warm skin graced my bare shoulders as he pulled me closer to him, every hair on my body coming alive. Chests touching, I relaxed into him, and he slid his hands down my arms. His lips moved against mine with smooth suction and exploratory wisps of his tongue. I let him guide me; let him show me the way.
I hadn't been ready for his lips before. Now, now was different. Years of friendship, turmoil, angst and unexplored feelings came to a head as I kissed him on the beach. Young as we were, we blurred the lines between what we knew of each other and what our relationship was.
Engulfed in his affections, I yearned for nothing more than to return his kisses and receive more from him, excited by the heat, the energy, and the tingles coursing over my body from the touch of his tongue on mine. Our hands moved to hold on to each other, perhaps to keep the other from leaving or to push our bodies closer together.
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On our last day, we sat on the beach, shoulder to head, shoulder to head. The cool surf flowed over our toes and then back into the ocean. We sat mostly in silence, neither ready to speak of the inevitable; our week in paradise was coming to an end.
I thought of his lips and how, in a short period of time, they'd taught me so much and unveiled a new range of my emotions and desires. I contemplated kissing him again. Glancing over, I caught him fidgeting with something in his pocket.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.
"You didn't think I'd forget, did you? Your birthday is coming up." He smirked as he pulled out a small velvet box.
"I specifically told your mum not to buy me anything else! You two have done enough!" I gently scolded him.
"This gift isn't from Mother; it's from me. I picked these out myself a few weeks ago." He stated proudly as he handed it to me. "Happy early birthday Granger."
I cocked an eyebrow at him as I took the box in hand.
Inside were two solitaire rubies sitting side by side on smooth velvet.
"Draco, these earrings are so beautiful; they match my necklace and ring perfectly. You really shouldn't have." I gasped, awestruck.
"You needed a matching set," he responded proudly. "However, I must admit I have an ulterior motive in giving you these."
I paused my admiration of the studs to meet his eyes. "Go on..."
"Take these and...Don't make me hurt a lion this year; promise me you won't say yes if any Gryffindor sods try to ask you out."
It was my turn to smirk then.
"Why? Are you planning on doing it yourself?" I laughed.
"Have I not made myself clear; were my lips not convincing enough for you, Granger?" He turned, reaching his hand over and around me and his face into mine. His lips took mine with intriguing ferocity. "You're mine."
Xxx
Narcissa took us to a pub in a small, quaint French wizarding town that reminded me of Hogsmeade, without the snow; downstairs, in an ill-used kitchen, there was a fireplace connected to the floo network in Diagon Alley. Before we said our goodbyes, Narcissa pulled me aside.
"I know you said no more gifts, but that is an agreement I will never be able to make." She said with a smile as she handed me a box a bit smaller than a shoe box.
I opened it to find a small, red, beaded bag with a long silver chain to be put over the shoulder. It was simple, yet so beautiful.
"You should find all new robes, books, and supplies for school inside." She said, looking towards the small, lightweight bag in my hands.
"What? How?" I asked, utterly perplexed.
"Undetectable extension charm. You never know when that will come in handy."
Xxx
Although we'd only just separated, we met once more on the Hogwarts Express.
"I meant what I said on the beach; I hope we have a normal year at Hogwarts this time." I mused, batting my lashes toward him.
"Yeah, and I wasn't kidding when I said that's impossible." he rolled his eyes before flashing his teeth at me.
He'd always had the most perfect teeth; mum and dad would approve if they ever got the chance to. His long slender fingers danced between mine as we smiled shamelessly at each other.
"As much as I hate to admit it, you are probably right. I have a new friend now, so that should be good."
"Ginny is her name, right?" He asked with genuine curiosity.
"Mmhmm," I affirmed, proud to have finally made friends with a girl.
"Isn't she the one who was taken into The Chamber 2nd year?"
"Yes, well, no one's perfect." We laughed.
"Want to meet during breakfast or after lunch tomorrow?" He asked.
"Let's meet after lunch during our free period."
"Deal."
Xxx
As soon as dinner ended and Dumbledore bid everyone goodnight, I snuck away to Myrtle's bathroom, hellbent on seeing Granger. The events of the start of term feast guaranteed that this would be yet another unpredictable year at Hogwarts.
As soon as we laid eyes on each other, we both started talking at once.
"An actual Auror will teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"This is the first time a Triwizard Tournament has been held in over 200 years!"
"I'm glad the entry age is 17; this tournament will be absolutely barbaric! People could die!"
"Did you see the size of Beauxbaton's Headmistress?"
"Ron nearly fainted when he saw your friend Viktor Krum!"
"Did you see the flying horses!?"
"Did you see the Durmstrang ship?!"
Xxx
On the first day of classes, we met again in Myrtle's bathroom during lunch to practice Occlumency.
"I think we should try to practice Occlumency 3 times a week; scheduling will be difficult, but quidditch has been canceled this year due to the Tournament, so that helps," I said to Draco while we sat across from each other.
"As excited as I am about the Tournament, I sure will miss quidditch. And I agree, your training is vital. We need to be able to protect ourselves and each other. Ready?" He said, looking at me with caring eyes.
"I think so; I have been practicing clearing my mind using meditation and breathing techniques."
Brilliant, shall I count down?" he asked, grabbing his wand.
"Yes."
"10"
I inhaled, slowly filling my lungs and focusing only on my breathing.
"9"
"8"
"7"
"6"
"5"
I exhaled, emptying my lungs and getting rid of any thoughts left in my head. I closed my eyes.
"4"
"3"
"2"
"Legilimens"
I kept my mind blank, revealing nothing for as long as possible. The steady sounds of my breath filled my ears as his magic entered my mind; the seduction of the invasion pulled my memories from their hiding places. My mind became his.
He was in my childhood home; Mother was sitting in her reading chair in the den, a book laid out on the arm of her chair, pen, and paper in her hands; I was sitting on a plush rug near her feet, stroking Crookshanks as he purred back and forth. "Mother, do you think it's possible to be two people at once? Or to have part of someone else within you. To be linked cognitively?" I asked her. "Hermione dear, you know how busy I am; ask your Dad." She urged, never taking her eyes from her work.
Draco's voice interrupted the memory, pouring into my head and filling it up.
"Try to push me out, Granger. Build a wall around your thoughts."
Another memory was coming now; I was much younger, sitting on a bench on the playground of my Muggle school, reading a book. Two girls walked by, whispering to one another. I pretended not to notice them, but I did. "She's odd, that one; she never takes her nose out of her books." One girl spoke. "She doesn't seem to have any friends either; she's too peculiar and too swotty." The other answered as they left my sight. A tear trickled down my cheek onto my book.
My eyes felt wet & hot as I relived this moment in front of Draco. I wanted it to stop. This felt far too invasive, too personal even for him to see.
I shook my head back and forth as if attempting to shake him out of my mind, distress and frustration building quickly. My feelings erupted with a force of will so powerful I pushed Draco up and out of my head.
"Well done, Granger," Draco smirked, dropping the corners of his mouth almost instantly.
I was fully crying now; damn hormones.
"Grange? Are you okay? Fuck, I'm sorry. Was I too rough?" He sighed, wrapping his arms around me.
"It's okay, Draco; it's just crazy to think how far I've come, thanks to you and Harry," I assured him through my tears. He smiled, then stood up and lent me his hand.
"Come on; you did extremely well. Now, let's get you cleaned up and go to Moody's class."
Xxx
We were in Professor Moody's class now, and Granger was once again on the verge of tears. Something told me she wasn't enjoying Moody's lesson on Unforgivable Curses...
I got out my paper to write to her as Moody began showing Longbottom the Cruciatus Curse via an enlarged arachnid.
"STOP IT! Stop it right now!" She screamed at Moody.
I had never seen her so mad, and for good reason; Longbottom looked like he was about to fall out of his chair.
Moody quit his torture of the spider, killing it with the final Unforgivable.
Hiding the spelled paper among my other rolls of parchment, I discreetly wrote to her, being extremely careful not to look her way. Moody's magical eye was all-seeing and dangerous.
You okay? DM
He should NOT be teaching students under the age of 17 those curses! I heard poor Neville's parents are in St. Mungo's because of the Cruciatus Curse. And Harry's parents died from the killing curse. It's NOT appropriate for a classroom! HG
You're right about his parents...Granger, people are dying out there, and my family is to blame. If we're going to survive at all in this world, you'll need to know these curses. This is what we're up against out there. DM
Shamefully, I didn't mention that my aunt was responsible for the Longbottoms' torture. She took a while to respond, but when she did, she agreed.
I guess you're right, Draco. Perspective is key. I just feel so bad for Neville! I suppose I need to thicken my skin. HG
Xxx
It was the day the Triwizard Tournament participants would be revealed, and Granger and I skipped breakfast to practice Occlumency.
I thought I knew everything about her, and for the most part, I did. She'd failed to mention that her mother was so distant and unaffectionate. The more of her memories I uncovered, the more I appreciated my mother. When Granger thought about her mother, it seemed to fuel her ability to use Occlumency; she was a natural.
"I think that's enough for today; you are meant for this Granger, a true natural. Mother would be proud." I smiled at her and offered a piece of chocolate.
"Thanks," she mused with a lazy smile before taking a bite. "Occlumency really is exhausting; I don't know how you do it every day at the Manor."
"You get used to it." I shrugged, pausing to think of training sessions I'd had with Father that were far worse. "So, are you excited about the big reveal tonight?"
"Yes! I'm extremely nervous, though. I hope it's no one I know. I just want everyone involved to make it out of this Tournament in one piece!"
Xxx
Did Potter put his name in the Goblet of Fire? DM
Of course not! How can you even think that? He is nowhere near clever or powerful enough to have managed that. Draco, I'm scared. Whoever put Harry's name in it did not do so kindly... Someone obviously wants him dead. HG
I know; I had to ask. I'm surprised that Crouch is letting Potter compete. I felt sure that Dumbledore would get him out of the Tournament somehow. DM
This is just a nightmare. Harry is terrified. Ron is furious because he wants to have eternal glory. And I am in between them, trying to keep things peaceful even though I am barely holding it together myself. HG
Just another typical year at Hogwarts. Don't worry, Granger; we'll make it through this one; we always do. I'm sure Potter will too. DM
If that was sarcasm Draco, I swear to Godric I might whip you next time we meet! HG
Xxx
A day had passed since the completion of the first task; Granger and I sat in the library, a bookshelf between us, writing to each other. We were close enough to see each other's eyes through the shelves but separated enough not to draw suspicion.
I hate to admit this, and I will deny it if you quote me on it, but I am impressed with how Potter handled that Hungarian Horntail. He not only got the egg but completely disposed of the dragon. None of the other champions managed that. DM
He was great, wasn't he? I was on the edge of my seat the entire time! The other Champions did well too. I was a little confused by Fleur's tactic at first, but she did successfully put the dragon to sleep in the end. HG
I stifled a laugh.
Yeah, just in time for the Welsh Green to snore fire at her and catch her jacket on fire! I was surprised that Viktor didn't use his broom like Potter, but his blinding spell was decent. DM
I kind of felt bad for the poor blind Chinese Firebolt stumbling around! What Cedric did, transfiguring that rock into a dog, took real skill. I was surprised he didn't get more points for that. I know McGonagall is probably proud. HG
He would have gotten more points if he hadn't gotten burned so badly. So what clue did the golden egg give? DM
Nothing yet. When Harry opened it, it made awful screeching noises. So far, I have no idea. At least we have until after Christmas to figure it out. HG
I heard Dumbledore is supposed to have a big announcement tomorrow night at the feast. What do you think it will be? DM
Hopefully a clue for the 2nd task, but I highly doubt that. We will have to wait and see! HG
Xxx
"Oh my gosh, Hermione! I can't believe there is going to be a ball! It is just like a Fairy Tale! We will have to go to Hogsmeade and get dresses as soon as possible!" Ginny exclaimed as we returned to the common room after dinner.
Thanks to one devilishly handsome blonde, I did not share in Ginny's excitement...
"Who will we even go with?" I asked her begrudgingly.
"Who cares who we go with as long as we have dates!? I secretly hope Harry will ask me, but I know he's got a crush on that Ravenclaw girl."
"Cho Chang? Yeah, he was pretty much drooling over her at breakfast the other day. I'm sure loads of other boys want to go with you." I sighed, still moping.
"Maybe, hey, how come you aren't as excited about this as I am? Come on; it will be fun. I'll do your make-up. I learned a few tricks from Witch Weekly we can try."
She began eyeing me expectantly, so I made up something up.
"I, um, there isn't anyone I want to go with, but I don't want to go alone."
"Don't worry," she reassured me, "we will find you a perfect gentleman."
Xxx
We were sitting in Myrtle's leaning against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, after a long Occlumency lesson.
"This isn't fair. You look like a bloody male model and have countless girls trying to get you to go to the ball. Then there's me. Hopeless." I relented, wallowing in self-pity.
"Hush. You're gorgeous, Granger. We're both going to grin and bear our way through this whole affair." I waved a hand dismissively.
"Easy for you to say." She groaned. "You'll likely have a date lined up by dinner time."
"It's not my fault your two best friends are a couple of trolls and haven't thought to ask you yet."
"True… will you help me find a date?"
My lips parted to say no, none of my friends would go with her...then the corners of my mouth turned upwards as I formed an idea.
"Actually, yes, yes, I will help you get a date."
Xxx
"Viktor, this is Granger, er, Hermione Granger; say hello to her." Her first name felt odd as it crossed my lips.
He bowed down, resulting in a blushing and smiling Granger, and kissed her hand, as was the Bulgarian way.
"Hullo, Hermioninny." Viktor Krum said at last, and I realized he would probably never fully be able to say her name.
"It is nice to meet you, Viktor Krum." She politely offered, obviously pleased with his chivalry.
I rolled my eyes.
"Now Granger, Viktor here is not officially allowed to date due to his vigorous school and professional quidditch schedule; however, he does, in fact, have a secret affair of sorts going on back in Bulgaria..."
"Not affair. I love Marisa. Why must we meet in bathroom?" Viktor stated, offended and confused.
"Well, Viktor, if you let me finish, I will tell you. Hermione, here is my Marisa. And just like you and Marisa, we cannot be together. In fact, no one in the school can even know about this, or our lives would be at stake. Do you understand?"
"Yes, on my honor, I will keep your secret," Viktor responded, placing his right fist over his heart. Dramatic but reassuring.
"Brilliant. Now since you can't bring Marisa here, and I can't go to the ball with her, I thought I could trust you to escort her. What do you think?"
At this time, Viktor turned to Granger and bowed again. Merlin...I rolled my eyes again.
"Hermioninny, I would be proud to take you to the ball. You will go with me?" Viktor asked her.
"Gladly, thank you, Viktor." She nodded with a quick curtsy. Great, now she is doing it. My eyes seemed perpetually glued to the top of their sockets.
"Alright, Viktor, I wouldn't want you to miss breakfast; a Champion needs his strength." I patted him on the back, leading him toward the door.
Once he was gone, we spoke freely.
"I know you said you would get me a date, but I never expected it to be him! My friends are going to be so shocked!" She beamed excitedly.
"Hey now, don't get too excited; this is all just for show. Remember?" I cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Oh Draco, hush, you know I only have eyes for you." She laughed before laying a quick kiss on my lips.
That's better.
Xxx
"I can't believe you won't tell your very best girlfriend who your mysterious date is to the Yule Ball!" Ginny whined as we ate our lunch.
"Oh hush, I've told you a thousand times now. It's a surprise! Besides, you need to figure out who you are going with and worry less about my date, missy!"
"Trust me; a date is not an issue." Ginny said with a wink, "It's the dress that's an issue. I was hoping to go to Hogsmeade this weekend to pick out a dress, but it seems that Mum has already bought me one. She is supposed to send it to me by post. It should arrive today, actually. I hope it's a good one. I don't want to show up to the ball in some knitted disaster!"
"I'm sure your dress will be lovely. You'll still help me find one, right? I need all the help I can get." I admitted, wishing my mum knew or cared about dresses and balls.
Ginny started to respond, but before she could, owls carrying parcels and letters soared into the Great Hall from every direction.
A package dropped on top of Ginny's plate, followed by her family owl, Errol rolling across the table.
"I hope you were finished eating!" I exclaimed, laughing at the bird.
My laughter was interrupted by a small owl I didn't recognize, hovering over me with a large parcel in its claws.
"Well, thank you," I cooed to the owl as I took the package.
Instead of flying away, the owl landed on my shoulder. Assuming it wanted a treat, I gave it some of my toast. It still didn't fly away.
"Looks like your mum sent you a dress too!" Ginny gasped, ignoring my new owl friend and referring to my box. "Let's take these upstairs and try them on before our next class!" She exclaimed, jumping out of her seat.
"I'll be right up," I responded, looking at the owl on my shoulder.
Then I saw it; a note tied to its leg. I quickly unraveled it.
My name is Nysa; I belong to you now.
Only one person could have gifted me an owl and bought me what I assumed to be a dress, Narcissa Malfoy.
Xxx
Draco Malfoy, your mum, has truly outdone herself! HG
I take it you approve of the dress? DM
Oh, Draco! It is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen! And it fits like a glove like it was made for me! And Nysa, the owl she gave me, is so intelligent! She and Crookshanks actually get along! Who would have known? HG
Well, knowing Mother, I'm sure that dress is a one-of-a-kind design made specifically for you. She is friends with loads of designers. I can't wait to see you in it. DM
I wish you could go to the ball with me instead of that pig-nosed Pansy Parkinson. It's a shame that Astoria changed her mind about going with you. HG
I'm sure fucking Pansy had something to do with it. Bloody psycho. She sent fabric samples to Mother so my robes could be tailored to coordinate with hers; you should have seen the letter Mother sent me afterward. We will not be coordinating. Her dress is puke green. Even Father had a few choice words on the matter. DM
Wow, puke green?! How appropriate...and unsightly! Hey do you think instead of Occlumency, we can practice ballroom dancing tomorrow? As Viktor's date, I have to go out with the rest of the champions and their dates first. I am nervous; you have to ensure I get it right! HG
Of course. I need to practice not gagging when I see Pansy's dress. DM
Xxx
Later that day, in Severus' class, angry whispers caught my attention. I looked up to find Granger storming away from Potter and Weasel out of the classroom.
I flashed a look over at Severus, silently asking permission to follow. He simply rolled his eyes in response.
I took that as a yes.
I found her in our usual spot.
"What happened in there, Grange?"
"That oaf, Ronald, had the nerve to assume that I couldn't get a date!"
"W—" I tried, interrupted.
"I wanted to tell that ginger baboon that not only is my date Viktor Krum, but I am also snogging DRACO MALFOY every chance I can! And that he can take his sorry, dateless rump elsewhere!"
I laughed as she emphasized my full name, speaking my last name like a curse. She wasn't wrong, though; we had been snogging quite often; in fact, each day required more and more self-control to keep my hands and my lips off of her... Glutton for punishment, I'd tested fate on a fair number of occasions, stealing her away to kiss her behind statues, or sneakily brushing fingers as we passed through crowded hallways... I made a mental note to control myself.
"You didn't say that, right?"
"No, of course not, Draco. I didn't even tell him about Viktor. I decided I would keep that a surprise until the ball." She stated proudly.
"Granger, that is bloody brilliant." I laughed. "I can't wait to see their faces."
"Just wait until the day that they find out about you! That is going to rock their worlds!"
xxx
"1, 2, 3. 1 ,2, 3. Okay, I think you are letting your nerves get the best of you; you have to relax and let me lead." I told her as we practiced dancing the day before the ball.
"Sorry, you're right; let's try again."
"Wait; take a deep breath, in and out," I offered, trying to reassure her.
She did as I said.
She knew all the steps; she was just overthinking it; the breathing seemed to help.
"1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. See? You are perfect."
"You don't have to say that," She spoke shyly as we continued to dance in the empty girls' lavatory.
"Accept the compliment, Granger; I assure you I meant it," I smirked, pulling her waist closer to mine.
Xxx
It was finally here, the night of the Yule Ball. Cissy had sent me the most beautiful dress and heels. They were a light shade of grey with just a hint of shine, making them almost silver. The delicate fabric wrapped around my neck, exposing my back; it was so thin and lightweight that I almost felt naked. It form-fitted every inch of me, and to add to its allure; there was a thigh-high slit on the right side. The ruby and silver jewelry that Draco and his mother had given me accented it perfectly.
Ginny and I had worked all afternoon on my hair and makeup. We used a couple of spells on my hair; one to elongate it, one to thicken it, and one to straighten it. I draped my longer, thicker, straighter hair over one shoulder. My makeup was fairly natural, except for my subtly glittering eyelids.
"Are you ready to go?" Ginny asked, tapping her foot.
"You go on without me," I said to her as I put on my ruby earrings, "I'll be right behind you."
"You are holding out until the very end, aren't you?" Ginny huffed, rolling her eyes.
"I told you, it's a surprise!"
"Fine! See you, and whoever your date is, at the ball!"
I took a deep breath in, then out, and took one last look in the mirror before I left Gryffindor tower. I had never seen myself look so elegant or sexy. I'd never actually thought of myself in that way and certainly never seen it in the mirror before. My body had changed for the better. I blushed at my own vanity and headed down to the Great Hall.
Xxx
I knew Granger was going to meet Krum at the foot of the grand staircase near the Great Hall, so I met him there, eager to see her.
"Draco, can we just go inside now?" Pansy whined, her voice sounding less appealing than nails on a chalkboard.
"Bloody hell Pansy, can I not get a moment of peace before I'm forced to dance with you? Go save us some seats." I snapped at her a bit too rudely. Oh well.
As soon as Pansy stomped away, I spotted her, Hermione Jean Granger, descending the stairs. The most stunning creature I had ever witnessed, silvery grey gliding over every bit of her slim curves.
The fabric clung to her skin, giving perfect justice to her exquisite form, supple breasts, thin waist, and impeccably formed hips. Her toned right leg stepped out of the dress with each step she took. I felt a stiffening in my pants and quickly thought of Pansy's puke green dress to make it disappear.
I nodded to her before entering the Great Hall to join my date. I knew I would spend the rest of my night envying Victor Krum.
Xxx
I watched her all night, physically unable to stop myself; Viktor twirled her around and around through every song and was, as I'd hoped, a perfect gentleman. When forced to dance with Pansy, I made sure to dance near them, unable to pull my eyes away. I wasn't the only one. Pansy was livid; she left the ball early out of pure jealousy.
I stayed until it was over, hoping to get a moment alone with her.
As the band packed up to leave and the last of the students exited the Great Hall, I spotted her again in the midst of a confrontation with the Weasel. What sort of vile things was he saying to her now?
"You're nothing but a young piece of arse to him!" Weasley spat.
Reacting instinctively, my feet carried me towards them, and my fist clenched around my wand.
"You shut your mouth right now, Ronald Weasley, or I promise I will hex you!" she threatened, her eyes narrowing on him.
Granger was holding her wand out now; she didn't need to; I'd make quick work of him.
With a fierce grip on my shoulder, Viktor Krum stopped me dead in my tracks.
"No," he urged, placing his hand on my chest. "We must protect your secret. I go help Hermioninny."
He was right.
"Let the punishment suit the crime." I nodded to him, adjusting my dress robes and backing away.
Regaining my composure, I watched as Krum marched up to my foe wordlessly and punched him square in the face, knocking him to the ground. I couldn't help but laugh as Potter struggled to help the Weasel up and out of the Great Hall.
"Dance is over now." Victor bellowed to the few remaining students that were present.
The rest of the people left with their dates, and the band followed.
He kissed Granger's hand, bowed, and followed the others out of Great Hall. Soon it was just the two of us.
I began walking towards her, but a noise stopped me. Someone entered the room.
"Don't mind me; I simply thought you might like some music." Dumbledore smiled mischievously as he used his wand to animate some discarded classical instruments from the initial waltz. "Goodnight." He mused, exiting the Hall and closing the doors behind him.
Once again, we were alone in the Great Hall turned ballroom, but this time we were surrounded by beautiful music. Setting thoughts of Dumbledore's actions aside, I moved forward.
"May I?" I asked, bowing my head and offering my hand. She giggled.
"Always." She beamed with a sparkle in her eyes.
I took her right hand in my left and placed my right hand on her waist. I didn't follow the steps we had practiced; I simply led her around the ballroom to the rhythm. I twirled her, dipped her, and twirled her around more; she was breathtaking.
"You are flawless," I told her as we moved as one. "I hope Weasel didn't ruin your night."
"Thank you," she blushed, "He was just jealous of Krum."
"He's not the only one," I said as I dipped her low. "I spent the whole night wishing I was your date."
"You and me both. Viktor Krum is nice but no match when it comes to intellect." She giggled as we continued to dance.
When the song came to a crescendo, I picked her up, held her above me, and spun around, drinking up every inch of her with my eyes.
When I finally put her down, she wrapped her arms around my neck. I placed my hands on her hips, swaying us gently back and forth to the music. The song was slow and simple, an old love ballad.
I leaned in closer, moving her long, straightened hair to fall gently down her back.
"I like what you did with your hair. Although, I admit I prefer your curls."
"Thank you," She smiled, leaning her head on my chest.
I rested my chin gently over her head. We swayed back and forth in comfortable bliss.
"Granger?" I began, getting her attention.
"Yes, Draco." She replied, lifting her head to look up at me.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?" She asked, eyeing me curiously.
"Make it so easy to risk it all."
Her response was intimate and seductive. Trailing kisses from my ear, across my cheek, finally landing on my mouth, she ignited a fire within me. It raged throughout my body, leaving a burning desire to touch every bit of her.
"We're absolutely reckless, you know." She whispered between kisses. "Weaving our web of lies and...lust."
I gripped her hips and pulled her against me. She reacted well, tightening her embrace around my neck. As we stood there kissing one another, her lips parted, and I took a chance. I let the tip of my tongue slowly caress her bottom lip.
"Mmmm." She quietly moaned into my mouth. "Worth every second."
I could feel a twinge of excitement between my legs and ignored it, not wanting to ruin the moment.
The next move was hers; she leaned forward into our kiss and playfully bit my lip.
I half chuckled, half moaned in response; I had to regain control, or else the thing in my pants would become highly noticeable.
With all the power I had, I willed the stubborn beast down and lessened the intensity of my kisses.
Before long we stood, forehead to forehead, enjoying the music and each other as we swayed back and forth.
Xxx
"Last night was probably the greatest night of my life!" I told Draco on the train ride home for the holidays. I was smiling from ear to ear; he was mine, even if only in secret. "Who knew Dumbledore was such a softy."
"Mine too, Granger... Hey, how did Ron's face look today?" Draco asked with a chuckle.
"Awful! Apparently, Krum broke his nose in two places, and the impact gave him two black eyes. I wrote his mother to apologize and explain what happened, so I am certain he will get an earful when he gets home." I said vindictively.
"I might make a Slytherin out of you yet." He laughed, that sexy, mysterious laugh.
Xxx
I awoke on Christmas morning to a few gifts from my parents and a few too many gifts from Narcissa and Draco.
Draco bought me several rare books on Occlumency, a book of advanced spells, forest green pajamas, a beautifully ornate jewelry box, a silver ring, and a few treats for my two pets.
Narcissa bought me the new works of all my favorite witch and wizard authors, one too many pieces of clothing, a book of wizarding puzzles, a top-of-the-line, one-of-a-kind personalized trunk for my school things, and a fancy new cage for Nysa.
They spoiled me like a queen despite asking them not to; how did I get so lucky?
Removing the ring from the box, I put it on. At first glance, it simply looked like a thin, wavy silver band, but once you saw the underside of it, you knew it was much more than that. It was a snake.
It was a subtle proclamation of my heart belonging to a Slytherin boy. I couldn't be more proud of it.
Xxx
Once we were back at school, the usual chaos that came with being best friends with Harry Potter resumed.
Draco, meet me as soon as possible I have a bit of an emergency! HG
Xxx
"What's wrong?" I exclaimed as I ran into the bathroom.
"It's Harry; it's the 2nd task, he lied! He hasn't figured it out yet, and we have less than 24 hours to do so!" She burst out, arms dancing in a state of panic.
"Merlin," I swore, grabbing her arms and trying to calm her down. "Breathe, okay? Breathe."
She did as I said, and after a while, she spoke.
"The egg said he would have to search for something, something taken, in the Black Lake for an hour. We must figure out how he can hold his breath for that long."
"We'll head straight to the library then?"
"I am about to meet Harry and Ron there now. I'm so bloody furious with him; I don't know where to begin." She huffed.
"Here's the plan, I'll take the Herbology section, you take Transfiguration, and assign Potter and Weasley to other sections. I'll write to you if I find anything."
"Okay, that could work, just make sure you can't be seen...We have no time to spare for a row between you and my friends."
Xxx
I had been in the Herbology section for hours and found nothing; it was now well past midnight.
The repetitive thud of a certain prosthetic leg interrupted my thoughts, a leg that belonged to Mad Eye Moody. What was he doing here?
I walked towards where he was and hid behind the shelves.
"Granger. Weasley. Professor McGonagall would like to see you two in her office." Moody said before telling Potter to go to bed.
What could Professor McGonagall want with Weasley and Granger at almost 1 o'clock in the morning?
Granger and Weasel, who looked as confused as I was, reluctantly followed after Professor Moody; what the bloody hell was going on?
Then it hit me... they were what was being taken. They are what Potter must find. Or maybe Granger is what Krum must find. Either way, Granger could potentially drown in the Black Lake. I knew I had to help Potter figure out how to save her, just in case Krum failed.
I continued to read book after book for the next 2 hours.
Finally, I found it. Gillyweed. A plant that enables a human to grow gills and webbing for an hour at a time.
Slamming the book closed, I ran out of the library. There was only one place in the castle where I could find such a plant—Severus' supply closet.
I ran as swiftly and quietly as possible, knowing what was at stake should I be caught.
"Alohamora!" I whispered as I came upon the storage room door. The lock immediately clicked undone.
Everything inside was arranged alphabetically. Perfect.
G, g, g, I thought to myself as I searched for that letter. Finally, there it was, Gillyweed! I grabbed the jar and quickly closed the door behind me.
I couldn't go back to the Slytherin common room, not yet. I ran to the one place I always went, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
Think, Draco, think! Wracking my brain for a viable solution, I paced back and forth in front of the bathroom stalls. I couldn't fucking hand Potter the Gillyweed...but how else could I get it to him? Stopping in my tracks, I whispered a name into the empty room.
"Dobby."
Nothing happened.
"Dobby, please."
I was a madman to think Father's old house elf could help or that his ties to my family could still work... Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Before I could think on it any further, I heard the snap of apparition echo off the stone walls.
"Dobby! You came." I exclaimed in surprise.
"Why, of course, Dobby is never forgetting the kindness of his former young Master! How can Dobby help?" The free elf said with a subtle bow.
"Dobby, I need you to take this to Harry Potter. His friends' lives depend on him eating this tomorrow at noon. Do you understand?" As I handed him the jar of Gillyweed
"Why is Mister Potter needing Gillyweed?" Dobby asked.
"Tomorrow at noon, he will need to eat this to be underwater for an hour. His friends will be trapped in the Black Lake, and he must be the one to save them. Can you get this to him, Dobby?"
"Anything to help my friend, Harry Potter," Dobby said happily, preparing to leave.
"One more thing Dobby."
"Yes?"
"Potter cannot, under any circumstances, know that I helped him. Okay? You must take credit for this. Am I clear?"
Dobby nodded before snapping his fingers and apparating away.
Xxx
My knuckles went white as I gripped the railings, staring across the Black Lake with bloodshot eyes. Sleep had been impossible last night, but adrenaline kept me alert. It took everything I had not to jump into the Black Lake and save her myself, but the time had finally come; the hour was almost up. Any moment now, the remaining champions would emerge from the water with the rescued.
Any second now.
I tasted blood, unaware I'd been gnawing into my bottom lip.
Any second now.
Cheers rang out as Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang's heads broke the water's surface.
Come on, come on. Where is she?
I found myself holding my breath as I continued to wait.
Finally, a shark's head emerged from the water along with Granger.
I choked out a sigh of relief as a soaking-wet Granger gasped for air.
My girl lives.
"Well, go on then!" I barked at Grabbe and Goyle. "Go get Krum and his filthy mudblood some towels!"
Xxx
I can't believe you did it! I wish I could tell Harry that it was you instead of Dobby! Thank you so much, Draco! I knew I could count on you! HG
Anything for you. DM
Xxx
They absolutely cannot let the Tournament continue now that Barty Crouch has been found dead! HG
The way I heard it, the Minister of Magic is afraid to look like a coward, so the Tournament continues. DM
That's preposterous! How can they let something like this go on when someone has died here at Hogwarts!? Something is so wrong here, Draco... I am terrified for Harry. HG
Don't worry, Granger, with Dumbledore here and the Auror, Moody; Potter should be safe. DM
I hope you're right, Draco; I am just ready for this final task to be over; the anxiety of it all is overwhelming. I haven't properly relaxed in ages! HG.
Have you seen the quidditch pitch? A wicked maze is growing for the 3rd task. DM
Yes, Hagrid was bragging about it earlier. It looks menacing so far, and it isn't even finished growing! HG
Xxx
On the day of the 3rd and final task, all of the students and teachers entered the stadium through a long dark tunnel underneath the bleachers.
Once we were all situated in the stands facing the entrance to the maze, the Champions came through the tunnel.
Each section of the crowd roared as their favorite witch or wizard appeared. As I cheered for Krum with my fellow Slytherin arse holes, I located Granger in the crowd. She looked so festive in her Gryffindor colors. I watched her and Ginny hoist a banner up for their champion to see. I smiled to myself as a glint of silver caught my attention; the snake ring I had bought her.
"At the sound of the cannon, Mr. Potter and Mr. Diggory will enter the maze first since they are tied for 1st place," Dumbledore announced.
As soon as he finished speaking, Filch sounded the cannon; just like that, the final task had begun.
The crowd continued to cheer after all the champions had entered the maze, but it didn't last long. Unfortunately for us spectators, the hedges had grown so tall that we could not see into the maze. We simply had to wait for someone to win.
After about 45 minutes, red sparks arose in the sky; a champion needed help.
The crowd regained their lost momentum as everyone speculated who had sent the sparks up.
A team of Ministry trained wizards on broomsticks kicked off from the perimeter of the maze and quickly made their way toward the sparks.
Fifteen minutes later, Fleur Delacour was removed from the maze.
Her headmaster and classmates swarmed around her, assessing her injuries and lamenting her loss.
Soon she was up and calling them all off in rapid French.
"Fous-moi la paix!" She yelled at her posse, stomping off to sit in the stands.
Eventually, the rest of the Beauxbatons group joined her, and the crowd quieted once more.
I glanced at Granger to see her nervously biting her nails; she looked as anxious as I had felt while she'd been in the Black Lake.
Thirty minutes later, more sparks flew up; this time, it was Krum.
He was dragged out of the maze, too heavy to be carried, and left at Karkaroff's feet. The Durmstrang Headmaster scowled at the unconscious body before using the "levicorpus" spell to levitate him onto the bleachers.
After 30 more minutes later, Viktor Krum came to. He was then scolded by Karkaroff and sent to sit out of sight.
Poor guy.
Now we all waited for the two Hogwarts champions.
Another hour and a half passed, and the crowd became restless. People had broken out playing cards, some had dozed off, and others stared into space. Three hours had passed since the tournament started.
Out of thin air, Potter appeared holding the Triwizard Cup and Cedric Diggory.
The crowd jumped up, cheering excitedly. Music played triumphantly. The student body erupted in celebration over a Hogwarts win.
I stood, frozen in place, eyes fixed... Something wasn't right. Potter was lying over Cedric's body possessively, and Cedric wasn't moving. His face, even from a distance, was abnormally pale.
I looked over to Granger; her eyes bore down on the scene below, tears threatening to fall, as she began moving down the stairs.
I moved to follow her downward, instinctively, protectively.
As she got to the bottom of the stadium bleachers, teachers and students alike realized something was the matter. The music stopped. The cheers died down. I made my way through the crowd, quickly grabbed her, and pulled her into the dark tunnel, away from sight.
The teachers yelled for the students to remain calm and in their seats.
"Let me go!" She exclaimed, struggling to get away from me, tears streaming down her face. "I need to get to Harry!"
"There isn't anything you can do right now. The teachers need to talk to him first. They need to find out what happened." I urged, holding her tightly to me.
"No, no, let me go!" She fought against me, lashing out with her elbows.
"Granger, STOP! LISTEN to me!" I yelled, trying to get through to her.
She stopped struggling and looked up at me.
"He's dead, isn't he? Cedric Diggory is dead." She whispered through her tears, shuddering against me.
"Yes, I think so."
Hearing the words and confirming them aloud made it all too real. Fuck. A student was dead, and he was never coming back. Not to his friends, not to his family, not to the Ravenclaw girl who followed him around the halls...
She buried her head in my chest as she sobbed.
Two people entered the tunnel, and I obscured Granger's hair beneath my arms. They moved quickly in the darkness, walking past us, and exiting the arena. They hardly seemed to notice us at all. As they left the tunnel and entered the moonlight, I recognized them; Harry Potter and Madeye Moody.
I continued to stroke her hair, not knowing what else to do. Should we get out of here?
Yelling interrupted Granger's soft sobs as Severus and Dumbledore ran into the tunnel.
"Did you see them? Which way did they go?" They demanded of us.
Granger gaped, stunned, not having seen the passers-by.
I held my arm out and pointed towards the exit. Dumbledore took off in that direction, leaving me face-to-face with Severus.
He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and yanked me away from Hermione.
"Go back to the stands before someone sees you two together!" He spat desperately, his eyes darting frantically between the two of us.
I nodded my assent, and he released his hold of my shirt. And just like that, he was gone, following Dumbledore to the castle.
"Come on, let's get out of here." I persuaded her. We weren't safe here, exposed in the open.
Xxx
Everyone deals with death differently. That became obvious after Cedric's murder. For me, it was easy; I had no real connection with him, only with her...she was my focus. Clearly, she had never known death or its unforgiving, hurtful nature...she was learning fast, though; I did my best to cushion her fall into reality from a world that was once pure. I'd be there to catch her when it all sunk in. This was the beginning of the end and the end of a great deal more.
We sat against the wall in our usual spot, trying to get through the facts. Everything would change.
"We are all in danger now that he's back." She mumbled.
"You're right." I breathed—Head in my hands.
"What will you and your mum do? How will you survive with your father doing You Know Who's bidding?"
"I don't know... I think that's why Dumbledore wants to meet with me tonight. To see where my loyalties lie... Mother and I will survive; we'll figure out something." I offered, trying to comfort her.
"What do you mean 'figure something out'? We're talking about Voldemort, and your father is a Death Eater!" She lashed out, exacerbated. "Everything I know and love is in danger...mortal peril."
She'd pressed a button, one I wasn't aware I had.
"I don't have all the fucking answers, Granger. Okay?!" I fumed. "We'll just have to figure things out as we go...we'll do what we need to to survive."
"That's not enough!" She cried. "I know you know what happened last time he was around! And I know you know how much is at stake this time for me. I cannot bare losing you or Harry; I just can't! We need to plan and determine the most logical-"
"Logic Granger? Really?! There is no logic in this or us! There is nothing we can do to fix this, plan for this...or make it fit into the perfect little box that you think life is!"
She leaned away, shocked.
"But...but what if...?" She choked out, cheeks wet, eyes red.
"You know what you signed up for; you knew this could happen one day..." I stopped, taking a breath and changing my tone, running a hand through my hair; I couldn't afford to lose her, and I would if I didn't check my rage. "I will do everything I can to protect you; you know that. At this point...that's the only thing that's certain about the future."
Xxx
I sat in Dumbledore's office, waiting for him to arrive.
When Dumbledore finally came in, I waited for him to sit at his desk before I spoke.
"I assume this is about the Dark Lord?" I sneered boldly.
"Yes, Draco, yes it is." He said before conjuring a glass and a bottle of brandy.
He poured himself some before speaking again.
"Draco, how strong are your feelings towards Miss. Granger?"
I was taken a bit off guard by his question, but I answered honestly.
"I would give my life for her, Sir," I responded confidently.
"You're certain of this?" He pressed further.
"Without a doubt."
"Draco, my child, I can't stress to you enough the seriousness of what is to come. I need to know whether or not I can rely on you, whether or not I can trust you."
"I see. You can trust that my intentions lie in ensuring the safety of my Mother and Granger. Beyond that, I'm not sure what you expect of me."
"I understand that you are quite gifted at Occlumency." Dumbledore mused, and I nodded cautiously. "Will you let me through your guards and into your mind?"
"Would you refrain if I refused?"
"Of course, Draco...you do not need to fear. I assure you that my only wish is to protect you and all of the other Hogwarts students in the coming times. Perhaps, you could even help me achieve that. Help me protect Miss Granger."
"Do what you must," I said, letting go of any boundaries on my thoughts and preparing to let him in my head.
He didn't waste time, wandlessly entering my thoughts.
He saw me kissing Granger behind the statue on the third corridor in broad daylight. He saw Mother questioning her at lunch at Shell Cottage. Father training me to resist the Unforgivables... He saw my private thoughts and dreams.
After years of practicing occlumency, it was painful to let someone as powerful as him in. He was omnipresent, and I couldn't escape it. I wanted to rescind my invitation, to rebuild my walls and withdraw myself behind them forever.
Sweat beaded down my face as the ache in my head took over.
When he was finished, I massaged my temples, struggling to relax. My head was throbbing, and I felt dizzy. After everything he saw...if he didn't trust me now, he never would.
"Eat this," Dumbledore said, handing me a lemon candy.
I put the candy in my mouth, sucking on it lazily. The pounding in my skull was damn near blinding...
"Draco," he continued, "I will tell you the same thing I told Mr. Potter. You will soon have to choose between what is right and what is easy. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I managed to reply.
"It seems you have a propensity for secrets, and for the time being, I believe I can entrust you with a piece of sensitive information." He said before gulping back his brandy. "Years ago, I formed an organization called the Order of the Phoenix, gathering trustworthy and skilled witches and wizards to battle Lord Voldemort. We were the resistance, you see. Despite the Ministry's denial of Voldemort's return, I am reorganizing the Order. As I am certain you will learn upon your return to Malfoy Manner, he is back, and this is only the beginning."
He paused. Pouring another shot, then downing it.
"I know you are still quite young, but I would like you to be a part of the Order in a year or two. I believe you to be in a position that is invaluable to our cause and that we could be of assistance to each other down the road. What do you think about that?"
His words were so smooth and inviting but also calculated and invasive. I couldn't help but feel like I was on dangerous ground here, but if Severus could trust him...maybe I could too.
"As long as your desires align with mine, I suppose we could come to an understanding of some sort."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, whatever it takes to protect Granger."
"Perfect. We will talk again upon your return, but for now, enjoy your summer Draco."
And that was the last thing he said before sending me out of his office.
Xxx
"What did he say to you?" Granger asked on the train ride home.
"It was odd. I think he just wanted to make sure he could trust me. Then once he knew he could, he offered me a place in his secret group, the Order of the Phoenix."
"What is the Order of the Phoenix?"
We sat there until I'd told her everything that Dumbledore had said to me.
"You know what this means, right?" She asked, not waiting for a response, "Dumbledore is building an army!"
"He won't be the only one."