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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 am hereby stating that I own nothing of Harry
Potter�s (except for a poster that came with the sixth book, of course) and I
am not gaining any money from this, (gee, I wish!) and am not claiming to.

Shout-outs: Wow! Thanks for the superb review, Eddie! That
completely lifted my spirits! :)

As for those who wanted me to email them when it was updated
(Phoenix, EmZ, Eddie[?]) I
definitely will do that if it keeps the reviews comin� in. :)

Dangerous Vixen: Wow!
Thank you for the compliments! Half the time, I don�t even realize what I�m
writing (thanks to my betas who only occasionally snap at me for nagging on
them to edit, re �edit and edit again. That means YOU, Rach!)�
I just describe what I�m seeing in my head as best I can. Ah, yes� taking time.
I have spent far too much time working on this in my head that now I think I
should write it down and let it all for you to read. (grins
at the cheers)

And thank you to Kayla� you�re such a sweetie! Thank you for
your compliments... I�ll try to help as much as I can! :)

And as long as Draco, Snape, Spike and Captain Jack keep
bein� bad boys, you�ll surely get a chapter. :D

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Sir,

A new thought has occurred to me. Stop by when you wish;
you are welcome at anytime. Please give fair warning before you visit, thank
you, sir.

Awaiting your response,

D

Draco re-read his letter to Severus after Hermione had, as
she promised, sent a school owl to his dorm but had forgotten to leave the
window open. No matter though, things can be easily fixed by magic. He had taken
his wand and muttering the opening spell, the chestnut owl hooted as it watched
him tie the letter to its foot, surveying him as he sat back and closed his
eyes, willing the pain away again.

�It�s to Professor Snape. Take it to him immediately.� He
told it and it seemed to nod its head before it hooted again and left, leaving
Draco to his lonesome.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the warmth that was
falling on his shins from the open window and the slight breeze that came in
through the same windows, weaving through his hair and tickling his cheek.

And then, almost suddenly, it wasn�t the breeze that was
against his cheek, but rather fingers, warm fingers. Turning his face into the
simple touch of affection, he nuzzled them with his nose before kissing each
one of the fingers and opening his eyes.

�Hey.� The pink lips spoke softly, earning a smile coming
from Draco.

�Hi.� He said just as softly and blinked lazily, �What
are you doing here? Shouldn�t you be at home?� he asked and his mother
shrugged, her eyes flickering to look over his shoulder before coming back to
his face. His perfect, unblemished face. Her Angel she
would call him affectionately, a broader smile toying with his lips as the
thought crossed his mind.

�I am, but I thought that I would come and visit, seeing
as how you�re hurt.� She said and he took in a breath, sighing.

�I feel better and I made Head Boy so I have my own
private quarters, oh Mum, you would love it.� He told her passionately and she
smiled lovingly down at her son.

�Yes, I�ll see them one day. But today�s not the day. I
brought you a gift.� Her soft-spoken voice frequently made his father furious,
but he loved it.

�A gift?� he asked, awake now.

�Yes, a gift. Tell me if you like it.� She said and
leaned back, away from his bed and motioned to the other side of him.

Turning his head with furrowed eyebrows, he was met with
Hermione, dressed in a deep plum dress, smiling softly.

�Hermione!� he exclaimed, sitting up as she smiled wider.

�Hello, Draco.� Her eyes flickered to his mother and
Narcissa began speaking, �You see Draco, since your father was locked up, I�ve
been thinking. I wasn�t brought up like Lucius was; aristocratic and
pompous. I was brought up similar to
what the Weasley�s are. Poor, but a very loving family with
open arms to just about anyone in the wizarding world, no matter their
background. And I would love for you to forget the ways your father
taught you and follow your heart, dear. This,� she motioned to the magnificent
Hermione, �is a token of my blessing. You may date whomever you would so choose
to. Just be careful of your choices. They can have powerful effects on the
later part of your life.� She told him wisely and smiled at him again before
disappearing in a swirl of mist.

Grinning like a mad-man, Draco patted the space of bed
next to him and she sat obediently, reaching out a hand to trace his brow. Watching her for a few minutes while she
studied his features before his mouth opened and he spoke.

�Hermione?� he asked and she took her eyes away from his
jaw to look at him in the eye, �I love you.� His pulse quickened considerably
as he watched an emotion cross her face but before he could identify it, it
passed.

�You what?� she asked, her chest heaving with her own quick
heart rate.

�I love you.� He repeated himself and watched as her face
broke into a large smile and she leaned forward.

�I love you, too!� they embraced tightly.

After opening his tear-filled eyes, Draco pulled himself
from her and now they were standing in the entrance room of Hogwarts, dressed
in school uniforms.

Her face held pure bliss before it fell and she looked at
him, confusion seeming to percolate from her pores.

�What is it?� he asked, his own smile falling to the
floor with hers and tears formed quickly in her eyes before they raced down her
reddened cheeks.

�Draco?�

�Hermione?� he asked and she looked deeply within his
eyes before looking down where he hadn�t noticed her arms clutching her stomach
where a growing reddened spot was manifesting. Her arms shook as they released
her stomach and a clang of metal rang through the room.

Looking down, Draco realized that it was he who held the
knife � he who had stabbed Hermione. He felt his breath leave him in a whoosh
as a sob escaped his mouth and her knees gave way, making her fall into him.

�Why--?� she asked and he shook his head, his tears
falling onto her face, mixing with her own.

�I didn�t mean to, �Mione. Please forgive me� please.� He
begged her as he sank to the stone floor and he pressed on her stomach, �Hold
on, Hermione, just hold on�� he said as he looked up, searching for someone.

�SOMEONE GET MADAM POMFREY! PLEASE! PROFESSOR SNAPE!
MCGONAGALL!� his yellings were interrupted by a sob
as he looked feverishly around.

�Draco.� Hermione�s voice made him look down at her and
he let out another choked sob as he raised his hand to touch her face, but
decided against it. He didn�t want to ruin her perfect face.

�I�m so sorry.� His breath was coming in haggardly now,
shaking them both.

A tear leaked out of her eye, racing toward her ear and
she smiled at him, �It�s okay, Draco. I forgive you.�
She told him and his howls echoed around them as he brought her closer to him
and whispered in her ear.

�I love you�� he closed his eyes tightly, his frame
hunched tightly over her.

�DRACO!� a deep, sharp voice rose him out of his dream and
his eyes lost and regained focus a few times before he was pushed
back against his bed and it was Snape who was standing above him.

�Eat this.� He shoved chocolate into his face and Draco bit
down, chewing slowly. Looking around, he noticed that it was now dark and various
candles were lit around the room.

�What were you dreaming about?� Snape asked and Draco took
another bite from the rather large bit of chocolate that his arm was now
holding.

�I was at home and my mum was next to me and she said that
she didn�t want me growing up with my dad�s thoughts on how things should be run
and said that she gave me permission to date whomever I so wished. And Hermione
was there and I told her I loved her and she said that she loved me too and we
hugged and then we were in Hogwarts and I stabbed her,� his eyes filled with
tears as he saw Hermione�s hurt-filled, tear-streaked face looking at him like
he had betrayed her.

�Anything else after that?� Snape asked in a voice very
unlike his own and Draco closed his eyes, taking another bite.

�We fell to the ground and she died there in my arms, saying
that she forgave me.� He choked out and brought up a hand to wipe away his
tears to find that his face was cold with sweat.

Wiping both the tears and the sweat away, he looked at both
his Potions Professor, the head of his house and his Godfather.

�Here�s the water that you requested, Professor.� Hermione
said as she set down a basin filled with water on the nightstand with a
washcloth over the rim of it and both turned their heads to look at her as she
stood there, uncomfortable.

�Thank you, Miss Granger.� Snape leaned forward and took the
washcloth, soaking it in the water before ringing it out and folding it
expertly before laying it across Draco�s forehead.

�Miss Granger was the one who found you thrashing about and
raced to tell me immediately.� He answered Draco�s questioning eyes and they
both turned to face her and she rung her hands.

�You had fallen asleep and so I closed your window and when
I was about to leave, you started saying something about your Mum and then you
went rigid� and when you started to cough up blood, well, I brought the first
person I came across.� She motioned to Snape and Draco�s eyebrows furrowed as
he took the washcloth off his forehead to brush it across the rest of his face.

�I coughed up blood?� he asked and Snape nodded, �You did.�

Hermione turned to leave through the bathroom when Snape�s
voice stopped her, �Just a second there, Miss Granger.�

She stopped and her muscles tensed as she stepped back into
the room, �Yes?� she asked as politely as she could.

�I was wondering what your take on the situation was?� he
asked, watching her closely. Draco�s jealously flared up and he glared at the
side of Snape�s face. The rest turned to face him and gave the young man a
look. Draco looked away, angry that he would actually look at her like that.

�Well, I uhh... Don�t know what
the dream was about,� she scuffed her shoe against the floor and went to leave
again when he called her back.

�You don�t need to know the dream to assess the situation.
What do you think?� he asked and she clasped her hands behind her back before
looking at Draco and speaking, �I think that it either might have been a
horrific nightmare that was purely his own imagination working against him,�
she paused as he turned to look at her and they connected eyes, �Or it could
have been due to someone who is very good in Legilimency.�

�Very good,� he praised. An odd sensation went through
Hermione�s chest at his approval and he continued on, �I assumed Legilimency,
also. Who do you suspect is behind it?� he asked and she looked away from Draco
to Snape.

�A number of people � his mother, his father, Lord
Voldemort�� and you her mind continued after she let the sentence drop
and he raised a raven eyebrow.

�Anyone else?� he asked and she gulped, breaking the eye
contact. She knew he was good at Legilimency... what was she doing keeping eye
contact with him?

Shaking her head she fiddled with the hem of her skirt,
looking down at the floor, �No, sir.� She turned and was allowed to leave this
time, Snape only continuing after he had heard the door to her room close.

�I�m suspecting Lucius, Draco. You know your father is very
well at Legilimency� very well, undeniably. I will take it upon myself to teach
you Occulmency. It�s tough � even Potter couldn�t do it � but the mind is not a
book to be opened at will and examined at leisure, even if it is a relative�s.�
Snape told Draco, passing over another
favorable amount of chocolate.

He nibbled on a bit, himself, thinking, and stood, �We will
discuss things later, among which is the time to practice Occulmency. I�ll have
Miss Granger check on you and send me back with reports. Now is the time to
sleep.� He told Draco after he looked as if he were to interrupt and argue.

Draco nodded, finishing off the last of the chocolate and
Snape turned, exiting the room through the portrait, no doubt, to have a word
with Hermione.

Throwing the covers over him haphazardly, he let out a huff
of air as he moved his legs to the edge of the bed and he stood, gripping the
nightstand with whitened knuckles. After losing complete feeling in his hand,
he began to walk steadily towards the bathroom. He needed to take a bath� warm
himself up from awakening in cold sweat.

Leaning forward over the tub, he grimaced as his lower back
screamed at him in pain and he took in a few breaths and tried again, Hermione�s
voice floating to him from the other side of the bathroom after she opened the
door.

�Draco!� she gave out a yelp that was his name and he found
himself sitting down in a chair with her hand on his arm, leading him into it,
�What the hell do you think you�re attempting to do? Kill yourself?�
she asked.

�Merely trying to take a bath�� he replied, relaxing into
the chair and she sighed.

�You can clean yourself with a simple clean ��

He promptly cut her off, �No. I want to take a bath.� He
opened his eyes to look at her stubbornly and she nodded.

�Okay.� She turned and began running the water into the tub,
shaking the remaining water off her fingers after plugging the drain. She spun
to leave when he called her back with a slight, �Um.�

Hermione raised her eyebrows at him as she came back to
stand by him and his cheeks tinted, �Can I have some bubbles?� he asked and she
blinked blankly at him before smiling shrewdly and nodding, conjured bubbles
into the tub after it filled.

�Can you � I mean,� he stopped and looked down at his lap,
�Can you stay with me to make sure that I don�t drown?� he asked and rose his eyes to meet hers.

�Malfoy, if you think��

�No, I won�t try anything� it�s just� I don�t trust my
strength right now.� He explained quickly and her hands were placed on her
hips, looking at him with a critical eye, making her look like an image of a
younger Mrs. Weasley, but merely looked like Narcissa, to Draco.

�Well, all right. Call me back in when you�re in the tub.� She
turned and exited into her own room, closing the door.

He helped himself out of the chair and started to undress. Stepping
into the tub, he sighed as he leaned back against the rear and called her back
in.

�Oh dear, you haven�t drowned yet, well then� I�ll just
leave until you have�� she joked as she sat in the chair and he threw her a
look as she raised her legs up to prop her feet on the edge of the tub and
consulted the lengthy piece of parchment.

He watched her tap the feathered end of the quill against
her cheek, her eyes scanning across the parchment, eyes reading left to right
only to continue until she scratched something out and wrote something in its
place. She continued this for several minutes before she realized that he was
watching her and she sighed, taking her feet off the tub and sitting up
correctly, looking at him.

�I would love to know why you�re staring at me, Malfoy.� She
set him with a hard stare and he seemed unfazed by it.

�Just watching. You�re curious to observe,
is all.� He airily told her and moved his attention to filling his palm with
bubbles and blowing them her way.

She flinched, expecting a face full of tiny bubbles, but
stopped when she saw that they erupted into large, round bubbles that floated
in the air, dancing around on their own accord.

�How�d you do that?� she asked fiercely, turning her
attention to him.

He shrugged and did it again, sending one to the tip of
Hermione�s index finger to pop there and leave glitter in its wake.

Sighing, she stared at him, pressuring him into making
eye-contact with her, �What are you playing at, Malfoy?� she asked, put-out by
his behavior.

He shrugged, sitting up from leaning back and shook his
head, �Nothing. I just want to� be civil to one another for once. Can you attempt
to try that?� he asked and she unladylike-ly snorted.

�I should be asking you that question, seeing as how you�ve
had the loathing all these years. But yes, I can try to do that.� She told him
and he smiled at her and raised a hand out of the tub, reaching up to grab a
sponge and dipping it back into the water, he raised his eyebrows and motioned
to his back.

�Then I guess you wouldn�t mind bathing an acquaintance�s
back, would you?� he asked and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

�Damn you and your hidden motivations.� She said and he
smiled, watching her as she took her shoes and stockings, sitting her backside
on the edge so Draco was positioned in front of her legs. He passed her the
sponge and she rinsed it over his back, lightly dragging it across his
shoulders.

Leaning forward slightly, she filled the sponge again and
continued lower on his back when she stopped and leaned farther forward,
inspecting his back. His head turned to look at her out of the corner of his
eye and her fingertips came to touch his skin, tracing over sheer scars.

�Are these from � from the branch?� she asked and her
fingers followed a thick scar and he turned back around, shaking his head
silently.

Tracing the sponge over his back, he spoke, �Will you sing a
bit for me?� he asked and she faltered, staring at his back as her hand held
the sponge over his back, dripping the water onto his back, �Just a bit� it is awfully quiet in here�� he trailed
off and she sighed. What harm would it do?

�Sing to me of moonlight, of a clear and cloudless sky, sing to me of wishing stars, and the thoughts that fill your
mind. Sing to me of comets, shooting straight across the night. And sing to me
of Heaven's door and the love that I might find� AAH!� she screeched as she
fell forward, paying attention to her singing rather than her slowly sliding
forward until she splashed into the tub, Draco now between her legs and he
looked to either side of him before looking back with a risen eyebrow.

�Comfortable?� he asked and she
glared, rising herself out of the tub and climbed out, dripping water all over
the place and various places held a patch of bubbles. She gasped as she went to
take a step and slipped again, falling unexpectedly her backside.

This time, Draco couldn�t help but laugh loudly, watching as
she stood up again and slipped and slid her way to her room.

Hearing another shriek followed by a thump, he could only
assume that she had fallen again and howled with laughter once more,
temporarily not caring if it was straining the already stressed muscles in his
back to do so.

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Whoo! What a long chapter! Don�t
forget to review� oh, how I live for those reviews.

The song that Hermione was singing, I didn�t write. My good
friend Allison Risner did, so I�m giving credit where
credit is due. Thanks soooo much, Ally-Cat! :)
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