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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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“D-draco?”

“What?”

“I’ve g-got to u-use the loo.”

Draco sighed and rubbed Hermione’s back a bit more vigorously. “Me too.”

“It’s n-not going to g-give us anything is it?”

“Probably not.”

Hermione nodded and slowly backed away from him. She knew they were in their normal corner they slept in but she was disoriented. She felt along the walls and cursed when the rough stones cut her bare feet. It was humiliating, squatting in a corner with nothing there but bare floor. Without her wand, all she could manage was a weak scourgify to take care of the puddle and a tiny cleaning charm for the rest. She switched with Draco and tried not to cry when he came back. This was awful.

Draco gathered her in his arms again, more for comfort than warmth. There wasn’t much he could do about the second one. Body heat only went so far. He was still trying to work out why the room had shown them the founders. What did it prove except that one man’s hate spurned centuries of prejudice and two wars? The room lit up again causing the two to squint in pain until their eyes adjusted.

“What now?” Hermione whimpered.

“It’s warmer,” Draco said quietly, looking around to see the room had a roaring fire and a desk.

Before Hermione could get her hopes up, the door opened again and admitted a man wearing period clothing. He had rather sharp features and a satchel overflowing with parchments and quills. He quickly walked to the desk and splayed his work over it before lighting a candle and scribbling furiously.

“Who do you think he is?” Draco asked.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was William Shakespeare.”

“It could be. Shakespeare was a muggleborn.”

“No, he was a muggle,” Hermione said with a frown.

Draco shook his head. “After his education, he swore off magic for life. His defection was a rather sore spot, as you could imagine, so he was stricken from the books.”

“Why would he do that?” Hermione asked in horror.

“I have a feeling that we’re about to find out.”

Sure enough, a woman entered the room a few moments later. The man stopped his work, breaking out into a great smile and embracing the woman, swinging her around and laughing. She smiled back, enjoying his attentions and settled in beside him as he worked.

“She’s not happy,” Hermione said, taking in the woman’s pinched features as she watched the man.

“William?” The woman whispered.

The man put down his quill and studied the woman for a moment. “What vexes thee Violeta?”

“We must discuss our liaisons.”

“Art thou not pleased with them?”

“Most assuredly I am William. Tis my father who is not pleased.”

William frowned. “What bearing does Lord Stitch have in our liaisons?”

“Oh Merlin!” Hermione squeaked. “It’s Violeta Stitch. She wrote Extreme Incantations!”

Draco hummed. “Never thought that book was that old.”

“My father hath decided to make preparations for my betrothal.”

“What?” William roared. He stood quickly, turning to press her against the wall. “Thou art betrothed to ME!”

“Thou art in my heart William, but nay, not formally. My father follows pureblood doctrine.”

William hung his head. “And he dost not make exceptions for the likes of muggles.”

Violeta shook her head sadly, tears forming in her eyes. “William, I love only thee. Unfortunately, I have no choice. I must obey.”

“Come with me Violeta. We shalt elope.”

Tears streamed down her face. “We will be found William and they will sentence thee to death.”

“I love thee Violeta. Surely tis enough.”

“I wish it were William. One day, this world will change, but it is not this day. This moment shalt be our last. Please dost not turn me away.”

William nodded, tears in his eyes. He kissed her fiercely, putting all the love he had for her in the kiss. She returned it just as strongly, molding herself to his body. The teens turned away from the sight. It was too heartbreaking to watch. They huddled together, eyes closed and sobbing as they listened to the sounds of lovemaking. Sometime later, they opened their eyes and witnessed Violeta leaving. There were no more tears but she was thoroughly broken.

William took out his wand and destroyed everything in the room before sinking to the floor, sobs wracking this body. When he had cried himself out, he dried his eyes and took out a parchment, scribbling furiously. He wrote for hours. Curious, the teens tiptoed across the room to read it.

Hermione gasped in shock. “It’s Romeo and Juliet.”

Draco nodded, knowing how Shakespeare must have felt in that moment. To have written such a beautiful tragedy in its wake, it was unbelievable. He gathered Hermione in his arms and walked her back over to their corner where they watched him compose until the candle had been spent. When he was done, he gathered his parchments and bound them into a manuscript. Then he stared at his wand for a while before sneering.

“This world no longer holds happiness. I shalt leave it behind.”

He walked out the door, leaving the teenagers in cold darkness and once again stunned.

“That’s why he left,” Hermione’s breath hitched.

Draco nodded. “She said the same thing you did.”

“What was that?”

“That one day the world would change…but not that day.”

“Helga said that Salazar’s hatred would be the death of us all. Do you think she meant of love?”

“It’s possible,” Draco sighed. “William and Violeta certainly loved each other but back then, her father really would have formed a group and hunted them down. William would be killed. It was considered kidnapping and treason to elope during those times.”

“So the world changed after all.”

“Just not enough.”

“She never married,” Hermione said quietly. “I read about her. She remained a spinster her entire life. Shakespeare was said to have been tricked into marriage when he turned 18. Perhaps he indulged with another woman to try and heal his heart. It ended with her pregnant and them married. It was common knowledge that he was unhappy.”

“A tragedy befitting such a fine playwright,” Draco said sadly.

The teens drifted off to a restless sleep, visions of the heartbroken witches and hardened men filling their heads.

AN: And another piece of the puzzle clicks in place. Muahaha. I was tickled when reading your reviews to learn that I have actually answered all your questions in the upcoming chapters. YAY ME! Oh, and margiere, you've been peeking at my future chapters, haven't you? Naughty. Or are you psychic? *raised eyebrow* Anyways, as you can see, I'm alive. I didn't freeze. Mother Nature had her last laugh though. I have an injured kid. Sledding is quite dangerous you know. As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. I love each and every one of them and read them while learning if it was a bruise or a break. (a bruise, thank goodness) Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!!!
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