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Serenity Abandoned, Passion Ignited	By : thinkofme Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don�t own because Ms. Rowling hasn't adopted me yet.. too bad. I had such plans for Draco�

AN: Sorry for the long wait guys� I hit a bump of writer�s
block. Thanks for your patience, though. :)

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�Are you sure you�re comfortable, Draco?� Pansy was asking
him for the eleventh time in the past quarter of an hour and he sighed, rolling
his eyes underneath his closed lids. He would have much rather been in the
company of Potty and Weasleby right now, than her. Hell, he would have even
loved to be in the company of that oaf that must have learned English from the
Trolls, than be with her.

And to make the matters worse, she was fussing about every
thing. Oh Draco, you look so pale� Oh, is your back hurting you? Do you want
me to fluff your pillows for you?... Oh look, your shivering, are you cold?

He set his jaw and his body considerably tightened as she
ran the backs of her fingers over his forehead and cooed words in his ear that
should have been comforting, but merely made him feel worse.

�Draco,� a voice came and Draco opened his eyes as Snape�s
thin frame was wide enough to cast a shadow onto him, thus allowing him to see,
�I wasn�t aware that you were looking over Draco, Miss Parkinson. If you would,
Draco and I have matters to discuss�� he needn�t continue as Pansy stood up and
gathered her things, pecking a kiss to Draco�s forehead and whispering a �Get
well,� before running off, her footsteps ricocheting off of the walls of the
hall.

Snape stood standing at the foot of the bed, the two staring
at one another.

�As you probably well know, Miss Granger has made Head
Girl,� he started off and Draco laughed, scoffing at him.

�Wasn�t that a bit obvious, Professor?� he asked and Snape�s
lip curled up in a demonic smile.

�Yes, it was. And, as we suspected, you did make Head Boy,�
he continued, once again serious, and Draco watched him, curious eyes following
him as he clasped his hands behind his back and turned, pacing, �tell me,
Draco, have you made any progress?� he asked, still pacing.

�Not much, Professor. I don�t think she remembers, though.�
He said, squinting as the sunlight returned to blinding him as Snape�s shadow
moved.

�Not remember? What do you mean, not remember?� he
asked and Draco sighed, shifting himself around the bed, wincing as the muscles
in his back strained and he stilled his actions as he settled himself into the
bed again, welcoming the coolness of where the shadows of the window-sills were
laying upon his sheets.

He laid his head back on his pillows and closed his eyes.
Being annoyed with Pansy was beginning to take a lot out of him.

�Well,� he began, not needing to open his eyes to tell that
Snape was looking at him expectantly; waiting for him to continue, �Before the
branch hit me, we kissed. It was�� he trailed off again, letting himself sigh.

Draco would have never seen the true smile on Severus� face
that day; how he suddenly no longer looked rough and dejected, but a complete
man, one with love and compassion in his heart instead of it being broken and
now almost useless. We�re talking his symbolic heart, of course, because
Severus Snape would never be one who would die of Heart Failure. He was much
too honorable for that.

But before Draco could have seen the smile, it was gone, replaced
with his normal impassive, scowling face.

�I see.� He spoke and looked as if he was going to start
pacing again, but rather stood at the foot of Draco�s hospital bed again and withdrew
his wand from his cloak and uttered the levitation jinx and turned, swishing
his cloak dramatically, following the bed.

�Sleep is the only thing that will help now, Draco. For both
of your problems. Owl me when you�ve developed another plan.� Being dramatic
with the cloak that whispered around his ankles, Snape turned from Draco�s
private quarters in the Head�s personal housing and exited before Draco could
ask him the question he desperately needed to ask.

How exactly was he to owl him? He obviously couldn�t get up,
judging by the strained muscles in his back and the broken bones that he was
left with. He sighed as he looked around the room, letting them finally close
and his head relax into the silken pillow cases behind it.

.-.-.

If it were at all possible, Hermione had died and went to
embarrassment hell. She had the feeling like one has when she walks into a room
and all conversations are suddenly cut off in mid-sentence, and all eyes turn
to her; the subject of their conversation.

She took in a deep breath and took a left, walking down the
long aisle to where she spotted Harry and the two remaining Weasley kids.

�Hey.� She smiled as she sat down at the seat that was left
vacant next to Harry. Ginny smiled and went back to her food while Ron stared,
open mouthed and with food half-way hanging out of it.

�What?� she asked, her eyes darting at those faces she could
see. Looking across the hall, she saw the glaring faces of Pansy, Crabbe and
Goyle. Well, they sure weren�t happy about something. The silence had obviously
gotten the teacher�s attention as they too, sat silent and watched the scene
unfold.

Looking down the Gryffindor table, she spotted Lavender and
Parvarti whisper to each other and then turn to face her, meeting her with eyes
that she couldn�t understand.

�Will someone please tell me why I�m being stared at?� she
asked Ron took it to be his responsibility to tell her.

�Well, �Mione� don�t you think it a bit odd?� He asked after swallowing the food in his
mouth.

�Think what a bit odd? That everyone�s staring at me? Yes,
Ron, that is odd.� She replied with a scowl and he shifted in his seat
underneath her glare and moved his eyes to look at Harry before looking back at
Hermione.

�Well, it was odd that you and Malfoy were underneath that
tree together and he just jumps at the opportunity to save you. I mean� it�s
just odd that he would do that since he thinks of himself all high-and-mighty
like he�s royalty and that you�re well �� he left the sentence hanging and
looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes that looked almost pityingly.

�I don�t know why he did it!� she burst out and let her eyes
trail to the rest of the Great Hall. Growling, she stood up and left the Hall,
leaving to get away from the questioning stares that were beginning to make her
nerves unravel.

�Hermione! Wait!� came Harry�s voice and she stopped,
turning to see him running to catch up with her.

�We�re just confused as you are about this.� He told her,
his hand coming out to hold hers. It felt foreign to her, but quickly decided
that she liked it.

Sighing, she shook her head, �No, I know. I guess I�m just
in a mood. I�m going to go clean up and I might just rest for the day.� She
said and he nodded, green eyes smiling at her.

�Okay.� His mouth followed suit of his eyes and she couldn�t
help but smile back, �Sleep well.� He whispered to her as his other hand came
to hold hers and he pressed his lips to her forehead.

Smiling, he turned and went back to the Great Hall to finish
his lunch.

She turned and placed the heel of her hand to her temple,
shaking her head as she smiled. Funny how things aren�t even awkward� she
thought and climbed the stairs that led to the large shaft that held all the
other staircases.

�Ah, Miss Granger, there you are. Come, I�ll show you to
your dorm.� Professor McGonagall startled her out of her thoughts as she smiled
gratefully and followed silently.

Coming to a painting of two very old wizards playing
wizard�s chess, their attention moved from the checkered board to the two
ladies standing in front of them, they smiled sweetly.

�Consensio.� She spoke and the sound of the painting
unlocking could be heard before it swung out to show a large door into what
Hermione could see a very well decorated room.

�Your room is up the stairs and to your left, Draco�s is to
the right. Your password has not been set, so I suggest that you do that first
thing. The kitchen in straight forward and your bathroom is connected to your
room. Any questions?�

Hermione shook her head, awestricken at that they could
conceal such a room from all of the other students. She grinned as her eyes
looked up at the ceiling to see that it was bewitched to look like the sky�
exactly like the Great Hall.

The painting closed and she smiled as her feet led her to
the staircase that curved to touch the wall before meeting with the other in
the middle, and let her hand drag on the smooth surface of the stone railing.
Looking more closely, she noticed that it was not stone, but however, marble.
Turning to her left, she followed the hallway a ways before meeting a door and
smiled at the moving picture of an Otters wimming lazily, seemingly unaware of an ocean wave headed it�s way..

�Erm.. excuse me?� she asked the painting nicely. It turned
and smiled, it�s front two teeth resting on it�s bottom lip.

�Ah. Mademoiselle Granger, I presume. I am Monsieur Loutre. What
shall your password be?� he asked in a very strong French accent.

�Oh. Erm. Uhh�� she found herself looking through the
library for any good words. Coming across the Pirates and their Sayings
she grinned and said the word that she loved more than anything, �Parlay.�

The otter blinked at her and nodded, �Of course
Mademoiselle.� The portrait unlocked and swung forward, Hermione grinning ear
to ear when she saw the room decorated in colors cr�me, white and caramel.
Turning, she saw three full-length mirrors by an accordion changing station
that was closed and there sat her desk, which already held her ink well and a
piece of parchment, welcoming and congratulating her on being chosen for Head
Girl by the Headmaster.

She turned to look at more of her bedroom and saw
Crookshanks jump up onto her bed, ready for a nap. He looked her way before
blinking his eyes and settling himself down on the comforter, curling into a
ball of fluff.

Hermione scratched his head as she went to the bed, sitting
down. She sighed, content as she flopped back on it, giggling at herself as she
moved her arms, feeling the nice silkiness of the comforter.

Standing up, she made her way to the bathroom and grinned
widely, seeing the large tub complete with cast-iron claw feet and the faucet
in the middle on the side of the tub, inviting her to take a bath. And she
couldn�t refuse and invitation like that.

After dressing in the clothes that had been brought over
from her dorm in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione rubbed a towel against her
skull, rubbing out some of the water of her hair that was already becoming
bushy. Noticing that there was another door in the bathroom, she crossed the
once again Marble floor to the door and opened it, sticking her head in.

Opening the door wider for her body to cross the threshold
into Draco�s room, she looked over to the bed where he looked up from reading a
book, an eyebrow raised in question.

�Hi,� She said shyly, letting her eyes wander from his to
look at his room, �your room�s nice, too. On the dark side a bit�� she
continued and Draco closed the book and slid it underneath the mountain of
pillows behind him.

His room consisted of the dark colors of deep mahogany,
forest green, and of course, black. He, too, had a four-poster bed and a
fireplace directly across from it. His red curtains were drawn back, letting
sunlight enter the room, giving the room a stark contrast. It looked as if it
belonged in the dungeons with the rest of the Slytherin house where sunlight
couldn�t enter and the only light would come from candles.

Hermione turned from
looking at his room to see him watching her, a curious expression upon his
face. It startled her to see this. She was usually regarded with a scowl or
maybe lips curled up in prepare to fire away an insult.

�Are you feeling any better?� she found her tongue asking
and he quirked his head to the side, also surprised.

�All right, I suppose. Better than when I was when Pansy was
bothering me in the infirmary. But now that I don�t have my attention on her,
I�m quite bored. Your limited to things when you�re back�s thrown out and
you�re in bed rest. Except for the obvious choices, of course.� He spoke and
she found herself sitting on the edge of his bed, blushing wildly at his
comment.

What was she doing, blushing at something that Malfoy said?
Was she going mad? Shaking her head, she motioned to the edge of the book that
he had placed under the pillows, �I see you�re reading.�

He followed her gaze and pulled the book out, looking at the
cover before turning it over to her, �The Dream Oracle?� Hermione asked and he
shrugged.

�Weird dreams. I wanted to know what they were meaning.� He
replied and she nodded her head, flipping through the pages.

�You ever read it?� he asked and she rolled her eyes,
shutting it with a pound and handed it back.

�Right� I read it as much as I listened to Trelawney.� She
sighed and he gave her a strange look, �I walked out of the class year before last and
never came back.�

His eyebrows rose and he smirked, �The know-it-all Granger
walked out on a class?� he asked and she scoffed at him, �You haven�t even done
that with Snape.�

Hermione smiled and shook her head, �No, I haven�t. Although
I�ve been tempted to in the past, Merlin that man is such a git �� she stopped
herself and took in a cleansing breath at the smirk of Draco.

There was a sharp tapping at the window and she rose an
eyebrow, �Expecting someone?� she asked with a smirk to compete with his own
and he looked at her with a straight face, obviously not amused.

�No. It�s probably my Eagle Owl coming from home.� He
replied and her mouth gaped open at him as she rose to open the window.

�You? Have an Eagle Owl? How ever did you manage that?� she
asked and the bird surveyed her before jumping and gliding over to Draco�s
outstretched arm, holding it�s leg out proudly, a small package tied to it�s
leg along with a small roll of parchment.

�Granger, did you happen to forget that my family owns quite
a lot of money?� he asked and turned his attention back to the bird, running
the back of a finger down it�s breast and it shrieked at him before nipping his
finger affectionately, making him smile softly, and it took off, out the open
window.

She promptly closed the window and watched Draco open the package
after discarding the note and placed her hands in her jeans� front pockets as
he pulled a rather large flask of Butterbeer and set it on the table next to
the bed, pulling out a box of Bertie Bott�s Every Flavor Beans and shaking his
head, setting it down on the table next to the Butterbeer and pulled out a
handful of Chocolate Frogs.

Looking up, he caught Hermione�s confused look and set the
cartons that held the frogs on the comforter by his legs, �Mum sends over some
sweets almost daily. She sent more than she usually does. Must be because of �
what happened.� He finished and mentioned to the table with his arm, �Do you
want some? I doubt I�ll be able to eat it all.�

Hermione was about to accept when her mind piped up and she
sighed, shaking her head, �No, thank you though, Malfoy. Uhh.. I think I should
get to my studies. I�m off to the library for a few books. Do you need any?�
she asked and he shook his head.

�No, but could you stop by the owlery on your way back and
send one this way?� he asked and she nodded.

�Sure. Is that all?� she asked and he nodded, deeply in
thought now.

Leaving through his regular door, she wasn�t surprised to
see a silver dragon speeding through clouds, reflecting green when the sun
shone on it. It turned its head and breathed fire at her, making her jump and
scurry down the stairs.

.-.-.

Draco smiled as he bit into a chocolate frog, knowing exactly
what his next plan of action was going to be. Looking down at the card in his
hand, he scowled when his eyes landed on Potter�s face, grinning back at him
wildly.

He tried to chuck it across the room but only succeeded in
making it flutter in the air for a few moments before it came swooshing back
down and hit him right square in the forehead. Damn Potter�.

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Whoo! That chapter was hard to write� well� at some points
anyway. I hope ya�ll enjoyed it! I would love to hear what you guys thought of
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