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The Purest	By : brayzen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN; HOLY MOLY! It's been FOR EV ERRRRR!!!! I really hope that some of my previous followers are still around, and I look forward to new readers as well. I am also NOMEH on FF. And ill probably be reposting this story as well there. So if your a reader on both sites then this is just a heads up! Most of my stuff is on that site now. So im probably going to be moving a lot of my work from here to there. However I will keep this particular story going on both sites just in case there are readers who are partial to AFF and avoid FF lol. Anyway ENJOY and as always PLEASE REVIEW!! B on AFF, Nomeh on FF
The moon was full and bright. Casting its glow over the countryside now blanketed in a sheet of pristine white. It made the world seem ethereal.
Hermione stared at it from her perch on the windowsill. Sleep evaded her as her mind continued to churn. The inner turmoil of what to do continued to plague her. Even though she knew what she needed to do to help her come to a decision.
But she was afraid to have that conversation with Draco.
She was almost convinced that she didn’t want to have any part of the war altogether. She had been having the dreams again, but they had changed each time. Though none of them had been as intense as the ones before. Yet in each Draco’s life had been threatened, and it had been either Ron or Harry who were at the source of such things.
Her mind knew that the dreams weren’t real, but that didn’t stop the fire of hatred that each dream stoked within her. She just couldn’t help but wonder if the dreams weren’t some sort of premonition. The future was always changing and nothing was set in stone until the actual moment passed.
And that worried her even more since most of the dreams had ended in Draco’s death, and that wasn’t something she was prepared to accept.
They had grown so much in the last months since the beginning of the year. Leaps and bounds had nothing on the progress they had actually made. Enemy to, now a couple.
She smiled at the thought.
Yesterday had been Christmas, and he had been so eager to give her his gift.
Reaching up she fingered the two items that now hung at her throat. On a silver chain sat a locket. Beautiful in its simplicity with a dainty filigree barely carved into the smooth surface. Within it a picture of her parents.
And next to the locket was a ring. His ring to be exact. A thick white gold band that had a large M in elegant script on it.
She understood the significance of the gesture. Because when they went back to school, he was letting her know that he didn’t care if others knew. And that made her happier than she cared to admit to him. Not that he couldn’t tell by her blush and the way she couldn’t stop smiling every time she felt the weight of the ring as it hung on her neck.
She hadn’t known what to get him as she had wondered through Diagon alley last week. Until she overheard the shop keeper at the broom store talk to a customer about having the newest Nimbus Mach 10 in stock, and that it was ready to go on the shelves after the holidays. She knew Draco didn’t have this one yet, and that he had been excited to go to the store on the day of the opening sale.
She had at first had felt ashamed for what she had done, but then later thought better of herself. Because ‘Who gives a shit’ she had thought. Hermione had used her status as one of Harry Potters ‘Best Friends’ as a way to get the shopkeeper to sell her the much coveted broom before it actually went on sale.
When she got back to the manor she had had Kit hide the thing until it was time to give it to Draco. Grinning again at the memory of when she had called Kit and the little house elf had appeared with the box several times its size. Draco’s expression had been quizzical, and then the transformation to one of pure delight when he had opened it. The way he had looked her had an almost knowing glint, but mixed a little with awe.
“How did you do it?”
“I have my ways.”
“I’m sure.”
She had laughed as he hugged her.
‘Why can’t it always be happy like that?’ she had wondered.
She was brought out of her thoughts as a set of arms wrapped themselves around her and she was picked up then settled into a lap and fitted snuggly against a warm body.
“Having troubles sleeping?” He whispered in her ear.
She nodded. “Yea.”
“Everything alright?”
“I don’t know. Yes, for now. But down the road, probably not.”
“You want to talk about it?”
She sighed, now was as good as time as any she supposed. She took a deep breath and removed herself from his lap then turned so she could face him, took his hand and pulled him to go sit on the bed with her. She wanted to see him when they had this talk. As much as she loved being held by him, this was serious.
When they were settled on the bed she took another calming breath.
“Are you sure you want to be with me?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m sure, because if I wasn’t I wouldn’t have asked you.”
“Don’t get me wrong I’m happy. It’s not that.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Then why would you ask such a ridiculous question?”
“What do you expect of me…..” she paused briefly, “… you know, in the war?”
Realization flitted though his eyes and he nodded. Then reached over for his wand and cast a spell that she recognized as a silencing charm and several wards.
“Just in case.”
She nodded.
“You have to understand something about what is going on. Yes, my family is heavily involved with the Dark lord. I’m telling you this because I trust you. Now that being said, I also know that you’re not particularly pleased with some of the ways that his following chose to,…” He gestured casually, “engage in certain activities” He sighed as he took her hand in his gently running his thumb over the back of her hand. “There was a time when my father followed that man blindly. He had said that your mother and father, at the end there had also been speaking to him about leaving the Deatheaters. Not that they had suddenly decided that they loved muggles or anything. No they were still adamant in their prejudices. But the Dark Lord had started to become even more obsessive than they were comfortable with.”
He pulled her closer to hold her gently stroking her hair.
“My father believes that if we tried to leave the ranks then the Dark lord would have us killed. So we do what we have to do to keep up appearances to protect our family. Sadly, I’m not sure how far that extends in regards to how far we will go in this war.”
“I see.” She gently traced his fingers with her own as he held her. “You know the dreams that I’ve been having?”
“Yes, they seem very intense.”
She was glad that he didn’t try to hide his knowing, she smiled lightly before her features became serious once again.
“In them, most of them, we are fighting on Voldemort's side. And in a strange way while in the dream, that doesn’t bother me. What does bother me is that in most of them, something bad happens to you, and I don’t seem to handle it very well.”
“I think that’s a matter of perspective.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, yes something bad does seem to happen to me, and while it scares the living daylights out of me, the retribution you seem to be giving whomever caused you pain…well, it’s rather beautiful. Not to mention your hurting others because they hurt me. Well, that in itself is a rather addicting feeling.”
She clucked her tongue at him and he laughed.
“But in all seriousness Hermione. I’ve heard about your importance. The prophesy and whatnot. But that is not for me to decide. It’s up to you. I just wanted you to know why my family is still in the associations that we are in. We may have been cruel, and we may seem cold. But we care and love each other, and now that extends to you.”
She smiled at his words.
“What is it like? I mean, what do I do?”
“Well, you get really angry. And then the air starts to feel charged, like how it feels during a lightning storm, but more. Then you start yelling, and once you performed wandless magic on my poor nightstand.”
“I what?” she asked incredulously.
“It was the first night we came to the manor. You gave my mother quite the fright.”
“I’m so sorry.” She sat up to look at him. “I’ll replace it, I promise.”
“Don’t be daft. It’s just a nightstand and no one was hurt. It’s not your fault. Besides my parents understand that you have an innate ability but you trained and therefore you can’t be expected to be able to control it. It manifests much in the same way our magic does when we’re younger. When something scares us or we became extremely excited about something. How little things would happen. So it’s only natural that the death of someone your subconscious deems VERY important to you.” He wiggled his brows and she slapped his arm playfully. “Gets hurt that you would react accordingly.”
“I haven’t damaged anything else have I?”
“Not since that night. I’ve been with you so mostly you talk in your sleep and wake me up when you start tossing and turning. But as soon as I pull you in my arms and whisper that I’m okay, then you calm down and keep on sleeping like nothing happened.”
“So basically as long as your there to comfort me, I don’t try to kill anything. Or at least I don’t get to that point.”
“Right.”
“What are we going to do when we get back to school? Surely you don’t think they will condone us sharing a bed?”
“Slughorn might, but I’m not sure about the old prude you call your head of house. I suppose we let it go for a night and then she can see what kind of mayhem is unleashed when you don’t get your way.” He grinned at her.
“It’s not funny!”
“It kind of is. I can just imagine her face when you start throwing curses around like childsplay,and wandless no less all because –I- wasn’t there to comfort you? It would be a priceless memory. One I shall be sure to tell our children.” He lay back on the pillow crossing his arms behind his head.
“Our children eh? You’re so sure we’re going to last that long?”
“Yes.”
“And how pray tell do you know?”
“I’ve decided.”

“You decided?” she let a dainty brow quirk slightly.
“Yes.”
“Don’t I have any say in this?”
“Don’t you want to have children some day?”
“Well, yes, but who is to say that it would be with you?”
“If subconscious goes ballistic at the thought of me dying. I’m relatively sure suffice it to say that you care a great deal about me. Whether you are ready to acknowledge such endearments in those same uttered little three words that I’ve heard you say in your sleep to me out loud is moot. I know the truth of it, and that’s all that matters to me at this point. So that being said I highly doubt that you will be leaving my side any time soon, and I will strive to do my best to keep it that way. So therefore. I’ve decided.”
She blushed. “I say it in my sleep? That’s embarrassing.”
“I had made you angry. You ended up beating on me and wore yourself out. Passed out right in my arms. I had to put you in bed, and being the gentleman that I am I stayed to make sure you were okay. Then just as I was about to leave you started tossing and turning. I got worried again so I waited, then you started talking in your sleep. At first I couldn’t understand you so I got closer, and then clear as day. You told me you loved me too. Incidentally that was the first time you hugged me as well.”
Hermione blushed darkly. “I think I remember that. I had woken up and was so relieved to see you.”
“I didn’t realize it then, but that night was a turning point for me. I think that’s when I really started to see you.”
“Oh, well….as embarrassing as it is to hear about it now. I’m rather happy how things turned out.”
“Me too. Me too.” He pulled her down so she was snug into the crook of his arm. Reaching over he pulled the blanket up over them. “Don’t worry about the war alright. Whatever happens, Whatever we decide. It’s going to be decided together, and we’ll be together through whatever and wherever life takes us.”
She smiled then and closed her eyes. A bit of the stress lifted off her shoulders.
Draco pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.
“We’ll be okay, no matter what. I promise.”
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