The Inner Peace | By : Katay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N:
Alrighty, so last chapter was inspired by my own migraine and some of the rather
lucid hallucinations I had from it regarding our favorite pair. Hence, I
apologize for the insanity that is that chapter. Some day I’m sure I’ll go back
and tweak it all, but I don’t have the energy right now. Instead, here is a
summary of what the hell is going on: Hermione has been sent to Asia to keep herself out of the war.
Bella
got the idea from Lucius’ method of sending Draco away to China to keep
him away from the Aurors and to train him for the
war. So the previous chapter and the following will be a continuation of her
time in Asia. The time span is over a five
year period; her parents hope that the war will be winding down at that point.
And yes I realize the implausibility of anyone being able to master the art of
entertainment, a martial art, or relaxation technique in the short time span of
a year or even five. Lets just say that Hermione is a progeny and brewed Polyjuice Potion in her second year – so why not?! Also
last chapter in speaking of the geisha house, the Lady or owner of the house is
generally called Mother by the other girls.
And
I did not get this out of Memoirs of a Geisha, despite the title of the
chapter. I spent some time in Japan
and fell in love with its culture and have done a lot of research regarding the
history of entertainers in both Asia and Europe.
If
I was a talented enough writer, I would be able to put this in my story and
make you all understand, but I admit that the only thing I’m decent at writing
are journal articles and dry, academic pieces. And enough of me rambling ... on
with the story!
Chapter
9:
Her arms hurt. Her legs hurt. Her body kept
fighting.
She had no thoughts. Her sole focus was on
the man poised in front of her. He was tired. She could see his eyes shifting
and she waited. He wet to side cut her and she landed him with a high kick on
the back.
He was pinned with her foot on his neck. A
hand rose in the air and she breathed a sigh. I passed. The ‘phoenix’ has conquered. Again.
She grinned at her appellation. First the lion, then the phoenix. I suppose the ability to be reborn is rather handy in a fight. She
grinned at the thought since that was just what she had used to win.
She bent and helped her partner up. He was scowling and she giggled slightly. The
courtyard was slowly emptying, letting the two fighters calm down. Later that
night there would be a celebration of her win and attainment of master. I hope Master Lao’ting
doesn’t hold this against me. She had been forced to fight her teacher as her
final challenge. 1 year! Take that Malfoy! She groaned at the mild head
throb that came with his name and rubbed her temples. Two years since she had
last seen him in the flesh. One since she was sure she’d seen him in the
scales. She grinned at the memory …
**Flashback**
She had been flying around Mt. Fuji,
attempting to ready herself for another session of tai chi, when she had
encountered another dragon. Its nature had seemed familiar and she had flown
considerably closer than she ought to have, to inspect it. It was a magnificent
Chinese Fireball, its scales were silver and black,
with a hint of red shimmering around its wings. Its movements however were
until the other natural dragons that she often played with, and she soon
surmised that it was an animagus. Considering the
familiarity of the dragon’s nature and the detail of animagus,
she guessed that it was none other than Draco Malfoy.
She had done what any other female dragon
would and flirted with him a little, flashing her own firey
scales at him. Her Chinese Fireball hide was a base of black, but her scales
shimmered in colors of gold, silver, red, blue and green; apparently her hair
was a signature. Her hide almost looked like a dark moving fire when she flew
and she loved it.
The two dragons had played and chased
throughout the night. Consistently wary of each other, neither had attempted to
catch the other, simply being satisfied with the chase. At the end they had
touched noses in the common dragon language of thanks and Hermione could tell
that Draco in his dragon form had wanted her.
** End Flashback **
Poor
Malfoy, probably thinks he’s lusting after a dragon
now. She grinned at the
thought. Not that she could blame him though. She had even wondered what it
would be like to be near him in dragon form.
This
bond is screwing me up. The books said that it would though. Sure we had sex
and branded ourselves, but that doesn’t mean I have to pant after him
consistently. Argh!
She glanced at the runic circle on her shoulder.
She had found that the runes meant loyalty, love, passion, selfless, soul, mind
and heart. She snorted at how many of them did not suit her situation. But as the book said, the bond wouldn’t mean
that we drop everything and run to each other. There has to be the emotion of
love and the commitment of life for us to truly bond. We have the foundations
for it, but we aren’t ready in heart or in mind. Hell I’ve seen him three times
since he disappeared sixth year. And not to mention that we still reside on
different sides of the war. So the sex is explosive, but that doesn’t mean I
can live with his Pureblood bigotry the rest of my life.
Two arms encircled her waist and drew her
out of her reverie. Oh dear. Nakamuro-san had stayed behind to ‘aid’ her in cleaning up.
No matter how many times she had reiterated that she was merely present to
train or had taken him down for being inappropriate, he had not given up. He
had claimed her as his from the day she had stepped into the sanctuary. And as
much as she would like to pay Malfoy back for being a man-whore, she had
learned with McLaggen in 6th year that revenge and clinginess were to be
avoided in a relationship.
She stepped out of the young man’s arms and
shook her head, “Domo, but I leave tomorrow and you do not deserve such
disrespect Nakamuro-san.” She grinned at his
chagrined face.
“But the Phoenix should spend the last night in fun.”
“The Phoenix
does not want her wings clipped.”
With that she walked back towards her small
room, to pack her belongings and prepare for the feast that night. She would
move on as she said the next day. She had found an elite aikido dojo that was
willing to take her on due to her excellence in karate. She planned to spend
about nine months there. Her next stop would likely be samurai training and
after that going to ground with the ninjas. The last was what she was truly
training for and had been lucky to even be invited. The ninjas were extremely
elite and secret.
She still wasn’t sure how they had heard of
her, but she wasn’t going to complain. They had told her to take karate and
aikido in preparation. In her desire to excel she had read everything and
anything she could get her hands on about martial arts, the ancient masters and
journals. She figured that if it all started in the mind, then she should
prepare her own.
Through the multitudes of books that she
read, she managed to master tae kwon do and some other balancing tricks that
would help out her earlier yoga and tai chi training.
After leaving the geisha, she had gone to China and
studied yoga and tai chi for four months. She had then come to study karate
with Master Lao’ting. The training was rough and her
teachers were especially hard on her due to both timeframe and her gender. She
didn’t let it faze her. She finished placing her things in the small duffel and
left to go join the celebrations.
That night after many bottles of sake,
everyone but Hermione was asleep. She had almost finished packing when her
master entered the small, bare room.
“You leave?”
“Hai. It is my time. Domo domo.”
He nodded and left a small, paper wrapped
parcel on her palate. When she opened it, she found a full silk karate uniform
– one that only the very elite ever wore.
She held it close and understood her master’s way of showing his pride.
He had been hard and cruel, but it was only to make her better in the end, like
Snape really. Oh Snape. That poor man did
not deserve what happened to him. I would never have told Harry if I’d known he
would kill him. I hope at least in death he can find the peace he didn’t have
in life.
She sighed. After Malfoy had revealed the
deception of Dumbledore’s death, Hermione had glamoured
herself to her old form and rushed to the Burrow to alert the Order that
Severus was compromised and under an Unbreakable Vow. Severus, unable up until
that point to say anything but what was bidden by the Dark Lord nodded at
Hermione and his eyes gleamed in thanks.
His Unbreakable Vow had been particularly
cunning, he had to tell the Order exactly what he was told by Voldemort, he
could not tell anything else, and he could not attempt to kill himself or else
he would lose a body part each time, which negated the death clause of the vow
itself. When Hermione checked him, he was without eight of his toes and had no pain
potion to take care of it. She shuddered in the horrible memory of his defeated
eyes. He was willing to live through that
pain for us and then what did we do …
Harry had killed Severus on the spot upon
hearing Hermione’s declaration. Apparently, he had been useless after that.
Hermione had turned on her heel and left, commenting as she
walked out the door, “you know, I envy him now. Out of all of us, he
will suffer least from your actions.” She turned and shook her head sadly,
“Grow up Harry. Look around you, forces play a role
that we can only guess at. I wish you luck and hope something changes before I
come back.” With a crack she had left the Burrow and apparated
to the geisha house.
She hated the fact that she had basically
run away from the war and the choice of sides, but she was still conflicted.
Her ideals were with the side of light, but that side also held people who
could be just as prejudiced as the other. She had been betrayed and
consistently hurt by those of the light; yet, the dark held methods that she
couldn’t stomach while at the same time her parents, who accepted her and took
care of her, fought for it. So she took the middle path, accepted that she was
firmly in the grey side of things and decided to go learn something useful. She
knew she would be no help without knowing which side was her own anyways.
She sighed and refolded the outfit in her
hands, coming out of her deep thoughts. She packed away her new suit next to
the ornamental kimono she had been given upon her departure of the geisha
house. Closing up the bag, she shrank it and attached it to a collar around her
neck, which also held her hidden wand. She lay on her palate and attempted to
get a few hours of rest before heading out. It would be a long flight.
Just before closing her eyes, she got a
nasty throb in the back of her head and groaned. Man-whore! Why can’t he just keep it in his pants!!
**
In a raging part of Hong
Kong, the clubs were going as the night ticked on. In a secluded
room at the back of a bar, a prostitute was earning her wages. She had been
lucky. The man above her was gorgeous and wasn’t too brutal as they touched
each other and undressed.
His long blond hair was braided and looked
silken, his muscles rippled like those of a warrior, but his eyes were the strangest.
They looked like ice to her. But as they lay down and he moved to thrust into
her, they flashed and she felt him shudder. He groaned and rolled back over,
his erection which hadn’t been to alert even before, was completely gone. She
raised an eyebrow at him and waited for his words.
“You should work on the cleanliness of
yourself before you attempt to entertain.” He snarled, attempting to cover up
the real reason. He rose up and redressed within seconds, leaving the girl
stunned on the bed.
He turned and flipped a few coins at her. “For your troubles.”
He strolled out of the room and made his way
to the front of the bar. Damn her!
Confound that woman to the depths of the ocean. Bloody Granger – Lestrange … whatever!
He snarled as he walked through the alley,
making his way back to his dojo. This wasn’t the first time it happened. He
would finally get time off and be able to go work off some frustration and then
her face would take the place of the one really in front of him and he would
receive a shock just as he attempted to thrust. One time he had ignored the
pain and gone on anyways, but the climax that he reached was worse than a kick
to the balls.
Damn
her and her bonds. It’s probably some half-cracked spell that she came up with.
Yeah, yeah I know its not, she’d never screw something like that up, especially
with me. If I had known that this would be a result of sleeping with my
ex-enemy then it would never have happened, despite her Pureblood status.
He had marveled time and time again how
strange his situation was. In school Hermione Granger had been an enigma and a
pain in his ass. She was a constant reminder that his views were shaky at best.
She was brilliant and clever, had close friends and could even scrub up nicely
when she tried. So when he found her in his room at his aunt’s house, after a
few years of not seeing her and brooding on her, he was a bit taken aback and
wrong-footed from the very start. She kept him there with her various name
changes and he couldn’t tell heads from tails about her except that she was
Pureblooded and he could accept his attraction to her. Something he’d been
fighting since the Yule ball. And when they had kissed that first time, he had
been shocked to his core by the rightness of the act.
And the sex? Well the sex had been bloody amazing. I can
still feel the warmth of her mouth as she slowly licked my cock from base to
tip, rubbing the balls lightly between her fingers. The
amazing feeling of her wet, velvety mouth encasing my hard length and the feel
of her throat constricting around the weeping head. How she would bob up
and down the length sucking tightly … Great Merlin I’ve got to stop …
Dumbledore in a clown outfit, Snape in a tutu, Potter in a speedo
… gah! So amazing that he had high tailed it, praying that
the bite mark would go away. It didn’t. He recognized the runes and
understood what it stood for, even though he had denied it to her face and
himself.
He had read enough about the whole
soul-mates deal that he didn’t think he could handle attempting the full bond
with her. She was still a self-righteous bitch despite her parentage and he
wasn’t too sure about the faithfulness part of it all. Dammit I’m a Malfoy. We take who we want when we want. I will not let some
idiotic headache bother me.
Draco had also been having the headaches,
but no where near Hermione’s own proportions, simply because she hadn’t been
with anyone else.
As the light broke over the city’s horizon
he morphed and spread his wings to take off.
**
In a small, bare room Hermione had just
finished checking her surroundings and had morphed into her phoenix form. She
flew to the top of the sanctuary she had called home for a year and sang a sad
farewell.
The occupants below who heard it swore to
their last day that it was the most ethereal song they had ever listened to. At
the end of her song, she spread her wings, the feathers which followed the
color of her hair catching the light and shining it around like a fireball, and
took off into the sun. Once she had reached the forest that would lead her to
the aikido dojo, she transformed into a lion and began to stretch her limbs.
Her lioness form was the most disconcerting form for her. Her pelt was a
midnight black and made her look almost like a puma, while the streaks of color
made her look like a fucked up tiger. She mentally shook her head. Never normal.
Suddenly, she heard a scream above her and
felt that she was being watched. Glancing up at the sky, she caught sight of a
silver and black dragon, ready to dive and eat her. She quickly darted behind a
rock overhang and changed into her phoenix form. Damn Malfoy. Can’t even have a decent move without
him screwing it up. She took off in the opposite direction of where
she was heading and began a series of darts and dives to throw the much larger
avian animal off her tail. As he was quickly closing in on her, she flew
directly towards a rock face.
Draco, thinking that the little bird was
heading for a nest or decent hiding place, did not slow down. He assumed that a
magical bird would have a magical nest and that the rock face was probably an
image.
Hermione came as close to a beam as one could
in bird form at the dragon’s confidence in his assumptions and sped on quickly.
Then, at the last moment, pulled a Fawkes and disappeared with a bit of smoke
and lost a feather. She reappeared just behind the dragon and watched it careen
into the rock face, squawking happily. As Draco dazedly fell towards the
ground, Hermione placed a bunch of prickly trees to catch him and cracked away
once more to the sound of the Malfoy the dragon screeching in pain. Hah! And just wait till you hear who broke
your record, you’ll hate this little phoenix even more …
A/N:
Well there you go! Enjoy and let me know what you think!
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