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The Inner Peace	By : Katay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Aw I appreciate y�alls reviews so much. They really help me as an author
and I respect your views on my writing! I will just give a fore mention of the
chapters to come � Hermione has been in the past few chapters making rapid
changes and is obviously rather unstable emotionally; the next ones will show
her evening out and perhaps even backtracking a little. I freely admit that she
is rather OOC along with Draco, but honestly I can�t see her staying the same
after seeing Dumbledore or Ron die. Death can have varied effects on the people
who witness it. It can literally make or break you and many people who are
forced to see it day by day, as in a war, have to come up with a way to handle
it. I felt like Hermione�s would be for one, clinging to Harry as the last of
her childhood and two to her new family as the only people to truly show her
love. �She hasn�t turned to the Dark Lord
by any means, but she wasn�t the brightest witch in Hogwarts for nothing, she
knows when to play her cards close and when to lay them out. As I head into the
second phase of this story, we will watch Veri/Hermione figure out who she is
as a woman and a witch on her own. As for Draco, I don�t think the name Derek
would suit him geo � but I�ll consider it ;). The poor guy has been in hiding
for two years and he finds a remotely willing female � can you blame him? Ok so
that's my little spiel � I just wanted to let you all know what�s going on in
my over-stuffed little brain, and to kind of give you a little background to
make the story make more sense. At any rate, on with the show! And thanks to � for
their reviews!

Chapter 8:

Hermione was woken by a throbbing headache. Great, fabulous, just what I needed. She
reached for the green tea she knew was set next to her palate and sat up. Moaning
at the dizziness she felt, she sipped her tea and let the soft heat wash over
her aching face. After finishing the tea, she slowly stood and walked smoothly
over to the armoire in the corner. Automatically she took out the necessary
items and placed them over one arm. She thanked the four months of stringent
routine for her ability to function on auto-pilot while dealing with an
escalating migraine.

These came about once a month for her and for the two days
they lasted, she was in Hell. No pain potion worked and she was unable to find
a spell either. She had looked in every library in Kyoto
and owled all of the top Healers in Japan, but nothing they prescribed
helped.

Each migraine was the same. They began with a general ache,
progressed to a throbbing headache, then there was a continuous sharp pain at
the back of her head, a flood of memories, and then so much general pain that
her vision blurred and she would sometimes black out.

She wasn�t an idiot though. She knew exactly why they were
brought on, and unfortunately had a feeling she knew the cure. It could all be
traced to the memories � each and every one featured Draco Malfoy. Sometimes
they were of a past encounter and some were of future encounters. Others
featured only him, in what was clearly the present. She was no fool. She knew
that it all related to the one night she�d spent with him at the Lestrange manor. She thought back to the morning after �

**Flashback**

They�d made love a total of four times that night. She felt
him rustling around next to her, his arm over her stomach and something hard
poking her hip. She opened her eyes. He was watching her in the early morning
light, marveling at the different colors of her hair. It was unique, certainly
not gorgeous or stunning, but unique and beautiful all the same. Draco�s long
blond hair cascaded down the pillow and mixed with her own, creating a
confection of color around their heads.

�As much as I would love to help you out, Mr. Malfoy, I�m
not sure my muscles could stand it.�

He chuckled, �I don�t think that it would withstand the
attempt either, a trip to the loo and I�ll be fine.�
He was amazed at her calmness in the aftermath. He�d never woken up with
someone before. It had always been a quick shag and
she-bang he was gone, no pun intended.
He simply hadn�t wanted to leave her in the early morning. Even now he was
drawn to her. That made him nervous. He couldn�t handle emotions or such
nonsense, especially not now in the middle of the war. At least she was worthy of my attention now. The one thing Merlin
did right was to acknowledge her true bloodlines. Granted that meant he�d been
out of line calling her a Mudblood at Hogwarts, but
she would never know. Malfoys never apologize. They also never stay the
night � fuck, what am I doing?! I�ve got to go. She can�t expect anything from
me, right?� I�m a Malfoy and one of the
most trusted servants of the Dark Lord. What�s she gasping at?

During his little pride-session in his head, she had been
watching his face, enjoying the multiple expressions that went across it. He
was so unguarded in that moment that she had pretty much figured out everything
that had just gone on in his head. She didn�t exactly want to examine her
feelings for the gorgeous ass in front of her. However, as she looked down his
face and chest, she glanced at his shoulder and made a loud gasping sound. On
it was a faintly marked circle, exactly where she had bitten him the night
before. She looked quickly at her own and noticed the same marking. The circle
was really a series of small runes running together. She couldn�t quite
recognize them all, but understood enough to be going on with. So much for not examining�

�Malfoy.�

�Lestrange.
As much fun �� She held up her hand to stop him.

�If I said, �the one� to you, does it mean anything?�

He sat up and stared at her, �Why would you want to know?�

She hesitated, knowing that it what she was going to say
would probably cement all of his former feelings against her, �Well muggles believe,� he huffed, �hush, I was raised a muggle so I�ll damn well use what I learned.� She pinned
him with a glare and continued on in her best know-it-all voice, �At any rate,
most muggles believe that there is a certain person
in the world that is �their one.� The two will basically accentuate each other
in a way that no other person can. Not to say that they can�t live happily
without each other or fall in love with other people, but they will never find
true completeness except for with this one person.� She rushed on, �my theory
is that in the magical world it's a little different. The magics
mesh and the pair can become bonded through intimacy.� She took a breath and
avoided his increasingly cold face. �I think we may have bonded last night,�
she mumbled quietly and finally lifted her eyes to his face.

He sneered, �You know, I�ve heard a lot of shit over the
years, little miss know-it-all, but that takes the cauldron. I think we merely
had an enjoyable night of fucking and now you want me to stick around. Not a
chance, I�m a Malfoy, killer of Dumbledore and not easily tricked into a
relationship.� He snorted at her astonished expression. Bingo, knew that would distract her!

�I thou � you did � what?! Snape � explain.� She sat on the
bed in all her glory, hair tangled and eyes fudged with old eyeliner and looked
completely bewildered and a little sad.

He stood up sneering and walked over to his clothes, which
he slowly put on. He began nonchalantly, �Oh Snape has been a traitor since before
the Dark Lord disappeared. You think we didn�t know that?! That night on the
tower, I polyjuiced into Snape and he was forced to
be me. We gave him one last chance to show his loyalty and he was unable to do
so. The failsafe was that I came and finished Dumbledore off, so the old idiot
thought his perfectly laid plan went off without a hitch. You think the Dark
Lord wasn�t going to remember the Headmaster�s portrait? But now, Dumbledore�s
spy is being told all the wrong things under an Unbreakable Oath, while
everyone thinks he is immensely trusted within the Death Eaters circle. I�m no
weakling like he portrayed me to be. I know who will win this war and it won�t
be poor, Halfblood Potty.� He smirked at the last
thought and sat to put on his shoes.

�You are a fool, Draco Malfoy. Can�t you see what is
happening around you?� She knew she had to tread carefully since everyone
thought she was firmly a Death Eater-to-be now. �The Dark Lord is getting more
and more insane, even the upper Death Eaters just want this war to be over. Of
course we will win, we have money and can buy our way
out of anything.� She grimaced inwardly at what she was saying. �But you hold
your childhood grudges, unable to accept that you might be wrong, you bigot!
For Merlin�s sake, you follow a Halfblood already!�
Her eyes were glinting red and her hair crackled with anger, the colors
standing rigidly out against the black. �One day, you will see what an idiot
you�ve been! I hope it just isn�t in Azkaban.� With that she flounced out of
bed, threw on a pair of jeans, a bra and a long-sleeved polo while he stood
sneering.

�Oh ho, says the Veri Lestrange
that kissed and danced with the Dark Lord and loyal servants just last night.
Which are you? Veri Lestrange, Death Eater�s daughter
or Hermione Granger, one of the golden trio and Mudblood
extraordinaire.� He was staring at her, his features akin to stone.

�I don�t know.� That was all she said.

**End Flashback**

Four months later and she could still see his eyes shutter,
hear the door slam behind him and feel her heart burn as he walked away. She
asked herself the same question everyday.

The answer would come one day, she was sure. For now, she
went by Hermione, a plan of her parents to keep her
less visible should people come looking for the Lestrange
heiress.

She didn�t know who she was anymore really. For so long her
life had been defined by who was around her � the girl whose parents are
dentists, the girl who is a Mudblood, the girl who is
friends with Potter and Weasley, Krum�s girl, Weasley�s girl, Poter�s wife,
daughter of the Lestranges � she wasn�t any of those
things, not really. She, for right now, was plain Hermione in an elite geisha
house in Kyoto.
Ok so that's normal and everything �

When she had arrived in Japan, she had realized the
necessity of aquiring grace and balance before she
attempted the more stringent courses of karate, aikido, some samurai sword
techniques and eventually ninja training. If she was going to be in Asia for five years, she�d be damned if she wasn�t going
to learn all she could to help when she went home. She had gone to an elite
geisha house in Kyoto,
having heard of the Lady Nakamura who was head of the house. Carrying a letter
of recommendation from Bella, she was immediately accepted into the house and introduced
into the arts of manners, entertainment, spying and even a secret form of
fighting that only certain geisha ever learned.

She leaned her head against a window to soothe the throbbing
pain. In two months she would leave the house to go into training with Master
Ching.

She knew Draco was somewhere in China at the moment as her
head gave a particularly nasty throb and sent an image of him in Hong Kong
through her brain. He had already made a name for himself in Asia,
Ryu as he was known � going under an alias for
obvious reasons. He had earned a master degree in Karate in just two years. He
could even become a dragon the gossips said. Hermione didn�t doubt it one bit. It would figure that his animagus
was a dragon. Probably a big green Hungarian Horntail.
She snorted.

At the beginning of her own training in the geisha house she
had been told she needed to find her spirit as well. Placed under hypnosis, she
was sent on an internal journey through her mind to find her animagi. She had
found not one, but four. Apparently all of her parents� recessive genes had
culminated in her. That's what they get
for marrying out of the family! Dad just had to be from a French family that
had no connections to the Blacks.

Veri Lestrange indeed (A/N: Lestrange
means �the strange� literally in French � sound it out people).

Its not enough that I
can do wandless magic, am an auto-Occlumens,
andI can sense auras too � nope, I have to be a
bloody morphable Dr. Dolittle
and prove the purebloods right, that if bred correctly they would be the
strongest. What cock and bull. The only reason that even works out is because
their powers have been developing over hundreds of years while new powers are
springing up all around. Look at Harry�s mum!

She scowled at herself for always being the exception to the
rule and thought about what her animals had said. A dragon, lion, fox and
phoenix � how clich� could she get?! The irony was what each stood for, each a
part of the group that would eventually balance her mercurial nature out.

The dragon represented love and loyalty to those that were
loyal in return. The lion represented her aggressiveness in issues close to her
and desire to control. �The fox
represented her patient and cunning side, it had to
keep the lion in check so that she could get what she needed in the end. The
phoenix represented her ability to understand and cope with different
situations and often kept the dragon in check by not letting her judgment be
controlled by emotions.

Each was an integral part of who she was as a whole and who
she could be with their help. She had of course only mentioned one of the
animals to her �Mother� at the house, assuming that four was simply not normal.
The woman had been extremely pleased at the lion being her animal, going on
about its grace and poise. Hermione rolled her eyes. Boy did she learn differently! It�s not my fault I�m not naturally
graceful � or wasn�t, I don�t think I could try to be clumsy now if I wanted
to.

Feeling that her headache was about to spike, she wrote a
small note to her �Mother� and sent it with a wave of her hand. She knew the
only cure was to have her bonded nearby, to complete the bond, but that was
especially unwise. Draco was known to be cold and ruthless nowadays and
Hermione had no desire to face him until she was good and ready, so five years from now?

She sighed and lay back down, now dressed in a casual short
kimono and pants, massaging her head at the pain. As she heard the door open
and sensed her �Mother� enter, she felt the migraine peak and she blacked out �
the last image being Draco bedding some Chinese whore.

A/N: I hope you liked
it and I�ll hopefully update with another chapter soon! Let me know what you
think!!! It keeps me on my toes and makes me want to write more and faster.
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