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Midnight Skies	By : angelbuff4ever Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Author's note~ Let me make
one thing clear. This story is not complaint with HBP or Deathly
Hallows. Characters act the way they do to serve a purpose in the end
of the story. I have corrected some formatting issues with the site and my mac. If you find any please let me know.
I ask that you read this chapter with an open mind.
story.

Chapter Three: When World's Collide

It was a struggle to
watch his mate rest and not try to wake her up. Draco knew that she
would be angry, given her current surroundings. He only hoped that
she didn't retaliate by being physically violent towards him.
Turning, Draco buried his head in Hermione's neck, breathing in her
scent.

Hermione was
dreaming, reliving a past memory from her childhood. Her vision
blurred a moment before becoming clear.

She was in
Florence on one of the many vacations her parents had taken her on.
The door to a large monastery-looking building loomed a kilometer
ahead, standing tall, a stalwart of protection to those inside. Her
parents had left her unaccompanied for the majority of the day,
causing her to wander the streets for hours in the pouring rain,
having been locked out of the house.

At the age of 6,
Hermione had known she was special. Her parents just called her a
child with an overactive imagination. This particular day her father
had surprised her, which had resulted in the toaster being blown up.
She had received a beating, been called a freak and locked out for
the night.

She walked
quietly towards the building, hoping that she wouldn't be rejected
like she had from the other buildings. The wooden door that barred
her entrance was a beautiful mahogany, the knocker a dragon gilded in
gold. On either side of the door two gigantic gargoyles stood watch
warding off evil. Reaching out a shaky hand, Hermione knocked softly
on the door, wiping away her tears.

The door was
opened by a kind, elderly woman who ushered Hermione in from the
rain. "Darling child, what brings you to our doorstep?"� the woman
asked, as she led Hermione down several long hallways and into a
sitting room of sorts.

Hermione smiled
weakly at the woman, "I was locked out of my house and it started
raining. None of the other places would let me in without my parents.
I am sorry to bother you."� Mrs. Zabini smiled at the young girl,
"My name is Zamora Zabini and I welcome you to my home. Most
muggles mistake it for a monastery."�

Hermione relaxed
a bit as she moved closer to the lit fireplace. There was a phrase
that this woman had said that confused her. She had heard it a few
times around town. "What is a muggle? I have heard that phrase
around town."

Zamora stared at
the young witch in front of her, "You are a special child are you
not? Please tell me your name and I promise all you questions will be
answered."� Hermione was a bit nervous as she tried to figure out
how this woman knew about her. "My name is Hermione Jean Granger.
My parents tell me that I am a freak, that when I make things move or
explode it is because I am evil." A part of her couldn't believe
she was here pouring her heart out to this woman.

Zamora kept her
smile soft, not wanting to scare the girl with what she was about to
say. This young girl standing in front of her was the one from the
prophecy. "My darling girl do not listed to those muggles. Muggles
are what we call non-magic folk. You my dear are a witch and should
be proud of that. Before you start to argue, only someone that was
magical could have found my house. You may not understand now, but in
a few years all of this would become clear to you. Keep this in mind
young Hermione, there is a prophecy about you, a wonderful prophecy.
I am not the person to tell you about that, you are too young to
understand right now. but there will be a time that it all becomes
clear. A time when you and Draco fulfill the prophecy. Remember
this, you are destined for my great-nephew"�

The dream faded out, as Hermione started to wake. She was warm, her
body laying on a soft bed and no the hard ground that she remembered
before loosing consciousness. A small smile graced her face as she
tried to stretch. Something was blocking her, something hard. Her
mind started to panic as she blinked her eyes open. There was a body,
cradling her to it, blonde hair shining in the light coming from the
window. Struggling hard, Hermione tried to pull herself away from
Draco.

Draco woke up to find a struggling Hermione in his arms. Smiling down
at her he loosened his grip."Good Morning." he said softly.
Hermione looked up into his eyes surprised to see a genuine smile on
his face. "Let go of me"� she hissed. She was more confused about
what was going on than anything else. Draco released her as he
watched her crawl out of the bed and away from him.

"What am I doing here? How did I end up here?"� Hermione asked
Draco as she tried to get out of the room. Draco sighed as he moved
so that he was sitting up but nothing more than that. "There is
much we must talk about. I don't know all the details, I just know
that you are my mate, I felt your pain and my father brought you back
here. You are safe here Hermione just relax. Everything will make
sense in time."� Draco replied.

Hermione looked at Draco with big round eyes, she had retained the
word mate and safe. Images of what she had gone through went flashing
through her brain as she gasped for breath. "Mate?!"� She yelled,
she had no idea what he was talking about but she really wanted to go
home. "I am a mudblood remember? Why would I be brought here? Why
would I be safe here?"

Draco hated to see her so agitated. "My family we are veela. You
are my mate. If you don't believe me we have a library full of books
that can explain things to you. Why don't I summon one of the
house-elves, they can show you to a spare room. Breakfast should be
ready soon and you are expected downstairs. I cannot begin to
understand how you feel after your ordeal but before your mind goes
that way, I did nothing to you other than lay you in my bed. Think
what you will, I would never do anything to hurt you further"

Hermione looked at Draco aghast as she took in what he was saying.
Why was he talking civil to her? She had expected him to pull his
wand on her immediately but there he was, looking regal and speaking
to her like an equal. She had a lot to research and figure out before
she agreed to anything. She didn't know the Malfoy's well but knew by
societies standards that refusing a meal while in someone else's
house was rude. Making a decision within herself, Hermione set her
jaw and steeled her reserve. "I would like to be shown to a
separate room and please tell your parents that I will join them for
breakfast as soon as I have had a shower and a change of clothes."

It had been almost an hour since Hermione had been shown to her room
in the manor and left to shower and change. Narcissa had made sure to
have a varying selection of robes available for the young witch.

All three of the Malfoy's were seated around the dining table talking
softly as Hermione was shown into the room. Draco stood and pulled
out her chair for her as he took a seat next to her. "How are you
feeling dear?"� Narcissa asked gently. Lucius had told her what he
had witnessed.

Hermione managed a small smile as she answered, "I am better, I do
not understand what a Veela mate is however.. Though I have to say,
there is much I must research before I believe it."� Lucius raised
an eyebrow at his son as he studied the girl that was to soon be his
daughter-in-law. "Of course Ms. Granger. After breakfast I will
show you where the library is."� Lucius said as the food was
delivered.

They all watched in surprise, Hermione had perfect manners, something
rare in someone her age. "I sent a letter to your parents while you
were asleep. I wanted them to know that you were now safe and would
remain with us until school started."� Lucius admitted. What he
didn't tell her was that he had received an answering letter.

Breakfast had gone by without much more being said. The food was good
and Hermione ate more than she intended to. Lucius had shown her to
the huge library that sat on the property. It was larger than the one
at Hogwarts and definitely more comfortable. Between every bookshelf
was a leather chair and a table with a lamp for reading. Bookshelves
spanned out in a circle on the bottom floor, and lined wall after
wall on the floor above. "Ms Granger, you will soon discover in
here that instead of searching for the book your looking for just
think about the topic and all of them that match will be brought to
you." had been his parting words.

She found herself drawn to a large, warn, chocolate leather char that
sat next to a gigantic fireplace. Curling up in the chair she took a
moment to process what Lucius had told her. He explained some of what
veela was and how he had been able to save her. He also had told her
that she would be safe here. Deciding that she wanted to read up on
this veela thing, Hermione was soon looking at several books. Delving
in, she started reading thoroughly, tucking certain things away for
later use.

After escorting Hermione to the library, Lucius had bid his wife
goodbye as she left for a shopping trip in Diagon Alley. Calling
Draco to his study, Lucius looked grave as he motioned for his son to
sit. "I wanted to discuss a potential issue that we will need to
deal with. I sent a letter to Hermione's parents and this is what I
got in return."� Lucius said as he handed the letter to Draco.

Draco took the letter and was angered by what he read.

Mr.
Malfoy,

We
don't know why you saw fit to interfere with the life of our
daughter but we ask that you stay out of it. She was sent to her
cousin's farm for the fact that like you she is a freak. You have no
idea of the pain and torment that devil child has brought to our
lives.

We
do want to thank you for letting us know that she managed to escape.
It just means that next time we will have to work harder. I don't
recommend you keep her at your home unless you do not fear the Order
of the Black Thorn. She is our property and we demand that you return
her to us or suffer the consequences when she is hunted.

The
Grangers

He couldn't
understand why any parent would choose to do this to their child.
Their actions just reaffirmed his feelings on how inferior muggles
truly were. Right now, he just wanted to go to the library and pull
Hermione into his arm and explain that she didn't have to fear her
parents. "Who is the Order of the Black Thorn father?"� Draco
asked.

Lucius snorted,
offended that mere muggles would try to threaten him with an
organization that he ran. "The Order of the Black Thorn is
something I created years ago. The most elite of the Muggle, demonic
and wizarding society would come together. The order were assassins,
thieves, mercenaries. We did the jobs no one knew about, no one
wanted to know about. We are bound by the black tattoo of thorns."
He chuckled softly, "I could use the order to take care of them.
How they found out about it I don't know but that is something that
will be rectified."
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